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her fist closed and her palm down, like
she knew she was supposed to. The little puppy sniffed her fingers, then huffed and licked her hand all over, its tail wagging. Seeing that it was now happy with her, she stroked its soft back and the puppy jumped into her arms.
“You are so friendly!” she exclaimed. The puppy wriggled, trying to chew the ends of her brown hair.
“Has it got a tag on?” Jack asked.
Grace read the bone-shaped identity tag
fastened to the puppy’s blue collar. “Yes. His name’s Pip. Hello, Pip,” she said to the bundle in her arms, feeling her heart melt as she looked into his cheeky dark eyes. Pip had a black face with a narrow white blaze and a cute button nose. The tip of his
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