Butch, my dog.

Butch is in a rare mood. He has been outside four times this morning. He howls when Ed and I hug. We do just for fun to see Butch pitch a jealous fit. He is a miracle dog. He had no hair when we got him, but we worked with the veterinarian, and now he has much hair. He is beautiful, and spoiled.

Ed has taught Butch many things. He plays, and loves him, and trains him to mind, obey, and do what he says. Butch cooperates, because he loves to play, and be loved.

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