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I was astonished as he walked inside the house with a tall, prancing Great Dane. The dog has such an intelligent expression on his face, that I almost expected him to start talking at any moment. His intelligent eyes darted alertly around the room as he took in every aspect of the place.
"What's the dog all around?" I laughed. "You have a new pet?"
"This is your new pet," Vic said. "I got to thinking, and decided that you needed a dog to watch out for you. And for your belongings when you're away. There are a few girls at the office who've done the same thing. They live in higher crime areas. But since you've been hit once, it can happen again. With this sturdy fellow around, you'll be protected. He's a pedigreed. I thought of that. He's as sharp as a tack."
"He does look very intelligent," I laughed, "But I don't think I need a dog."
"I think you do, baby. Besides, you wouldn't want to turn this nice fellow away, would you?"
I've got to admit that the longer the dog looked at me, the greater the degree of difficulty became for me to reject him.
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I was astonished as he walked inside the house with a tall, prancing Great Dane. The dog has such an intelligent expression on his face, that I almost expected him to start talking at any moment. His intelligent eyes darted alertly around the room as he took in every aspect of the place.
"What's the dog all around?" I laughed. "You have a new pet?"
"This is your new pet," Vic said. "I got to thinking, and decided that you needed a dog to watch out for you. And for your belongings when you're away. There are a few girls at the office who've done the same thing. They live in higher crime areas. But since you've been hit once, it can happen again. With this sturdy fellow around, you'll be protected. He's a pedigreed. I thought of that. He's as sharp as a tack."
"He does look very intelligent," I laughed, "But I don't think I need a dog."
"I think you do, baby. Besides, you wouldn't want to turn this nice fellow away, would you?"
I've got to admit that the longer the dog looked at me, the greater the degree of difficulty became for me to reject him.