(WARNING: This Soapbox may cause boredom if not in the mood for a story. Very light comedy. You have been warned)
(WARNING 2: This soapbox contains sad sequences that (this has not yet been proven) may make you cry. BEWARE!)
When I was about eight years old, I got an early birthday present. My parents had put something in a B-day bag, and put it on the table. It was like, three weeks before my B-day, so there weren't any decorations. I took the bag, and since I did it with all my presents,...shook the bag. Not violently, just a little shake.
I opened the bag, after some side long glances from my parents, and screamed. Inside was a small, brown, puppy, male chihuahua. I held him, and stuff! He was so cute!! I named him Christopher for no reason, and gave him a blue collar.
I always had wanted a dog that gave birth to puppies. At that time, it was my life long dream. So, my parents got me another chihuahua. Her name was Bunny. She was as white as an angel, and as fluffy as downy feathers. I gave her a pink collar. (she still has it around her neck at this very moment)
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