Chris has a dog. His name is Seven. That a strange name.
It was paper day. The nice men brought all the newspapers. I did not bark once. They said I was a big help. I was.
I helped Zita move the car.
It is hot today so I was on the watch for lions.
Whenever I bark at strange things at night and Craig comes in to tell me not to bark he always says "They better be lions."
So far I have kept the lions away. I hope uncle Bill does not meet lions by accident. I am not there to warn him.
Zita and I are going for our walk. That is good.
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