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I can remember the day my parent's brought Scamp home from the breeder's. He was so little (only
a pound and a half) and my mom put a piece of fur inside her pocketbook so he'd be nice and cozy.
He truly was the "baby" in our house for many year's and as the kid's grew up and left home, my
mom still had Scamp to baby and take care of. When Scamp got to old to jump up on the bed, my
dad built a small set of steps, so he didn't have to sit and beg someone to pick him up. After 17
year's and a bad heart, he went to that special place where dog hydrant's are everywhere you look.
He's been missed by everyone in the family and hold's a special place in my parent's hearts.
© 1997 jgnewman@ix.netcom.com
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