There is a new puppy at the house. It's so small that it fits in the palm of my hand. It's a miniature poodle. It's cute, yet I am so afraid of stepping on it. I have had it outside on the leash and it hops around my feet. I was calling it "Caedmon" before, for the poet, but my mother and aunt dislike the name. It will probably be "Rusty" or something like that later.
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