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When I was a little girl I had the most ugly dog ever. His name was Fred. One day when I came home I called for Fred over and over and couldn’t find him. It was then that my dad came home and said that Fred was dead and that he had to bury him. The next day I went to work and bawled all day long. I missed my dog Fred. When I got home that night I went into the living room and my dad began to call Fred’s name. I grew very angry and confused but sure enough Fred came running through the kitchen. It turned out that some friends from across the bridge had called earlier that day and said that Fred was at their house. My dad said that was impossible and that Fred was dead. They said no this is definitely Fred. Sure enough my dad barely even made it over the bridge when Fred came running and jumped in the truck. Turned out my dad had buried somebody else’s dog and still to this day we have no idea whose dog it was. |