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Memoirs of a Yellow Dog 177
sulphur-coloured son of a door mat, do you know what I'm going to call you ?"
I thought of "Lovey," and I whined dole- fully.
"I'm going to call you 'Pete,'" says my master; and if I'd had five tails I couldn't have done enough wagging to do justice to the occasion.
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