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When I was a toddler, I had a little yellow dog. It was mechanical and when you would wind his key, he would yap, walk and jump. But one of my cousins was pretty violent as a kid, and he trew my little yellow dog down the stairs, and the dog did ot survive the trip. I cried. But this happened when I was not older than 3 years old or so. About 10 years later, my sister Karine bought me this dog I named Flip. He yaps, he walks, he jumps, but today these dogs work with batteries, not with a key. But still, it was a very sweet thought of Karine and I love Flip with all my heart. |
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