Always Check Under The Blanket First

When I was six I lost my dog. Everybody went crazy looking for her. Even the people that she had nipped at and one guy she had chased over a fence. She's little but she's tough. After an hour of yelling her name all over the place I heard my mother call from the bedroom. I ran in to see Lizzie peak her head out from under the blanket and let out a little doggie yawn. Now whenever Lizzie is missing we always check under the blanket first.

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