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"We don't know Zimmla's breed at all. A touring circus sold him to us, without telling anything else but the name."
"Might be a mixed breed, but we can't even guess what mix."
"Hmm... did you say circus?"
"In that case he must know a lot of tricks! Come, Zimmla!"
"At least he knows one..."Attachments: |
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"Right! This dog chose us as his masters, so he's ours now!"
"What name shall we give him? Does he have a name already?"
"Yes, but it's quite an unusual one. It's Zimmla."
"Zimmla?"
"I don't like it! And not the name either!"Attachments: |
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"We've been here for four and a half hours! This seems hopeless...!"
"HEYYYY!!"
"How did that one get free?!"
"Ugh! Aagh! Get that ton of bricks away from my stomach!"
"I think he likes you!"Attachments: |
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"Are you looking for a specific breed?"
"Nooo, our opinions were mixed real bad."
"We're hoping that we could point at a certain dog and say: "That's the one!""
After four hours...
"Um... er..."
"Could you try to choose already?! I'm losing my nerves!"Attachments: |
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