Book3:WereMyDreamIs

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    “ehereMaureen!eoverandsayhitoAmalia.”TheintelligentlittledogwalkedovertoAmaliaandsatdown.Thatcute,pudgylittlecockspanielwasreallyquiteadorableandfewwhosawitcouldresistitscharm.Amaliahadbeensobusyrantingandravingthatshedidnotnoticedtherewasalittledogsittingatthefootofitsmistress.Whenshesaearbeforeher,hereyeslightedupandasmileappearedonherfaceasshemumbled,

    “Littledog…Cutelittledog…Itsfurislongandshiny….Lookatit,sofatandcuddly.ItlooksjustlikeDimitriwhenhewassmall…Ahyes!Thismustbemyson,Dimitri!!!”AmaliastoopedforwardtopatMaureen’sheadandstrokeitssmooth,shinycoatoffur.ThebeautieswereamusedbyAmalia’sstrange,ramblingwords,butdidnhoutloudthoughitwasreallyhardforthemtosuppr