Her mother looked down. "Dogs don't call people, dear," she said. "People call dogs."
"I want him to call me," Jennica insisted. "I should make him, but without him knowing it."
"Mmm," commented her mother, her attention elsewhere. "Very devious."
Jennica thought so herself. Dogs were no different than humans, after all. And humans were child's play.
She went to pet the dog, and it growled at her. So she hugged it instead, and pulled on its tail when it wanted to bite her, and scratched it behind the ears, and fed it the last of her sandwich, and then folded it up and hid it in her coat all the way home.
She'd always wanted a dog.
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One day.
May I suggest:
http://onceuponagourd.etsy.com/
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money can't buy you back the love that you had then
ad impenetrum! *NM*
