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wide. As it groaned to a stop, he pointed to a horse stall. “They’re in there. You’re welcome to help yourself.” A dog poked her head around the corner, and as she did, I heard the whimpering of puppies. I shot over to the stall in an instant. The mother dog rushed back to her pups, leery of her new visitors. As I looked at the little bundles of fur, they padded here and there and came right up to me. “Well, which one would you like, Tommy?” my father asked me. “What made you change your mind about getting a dog?” my mother asked my father. “They’re free,” he replied. “We better get a male,” my mother said. “We don’t want puppies.” One pup caught my eye. As the other dogs ran around and played, he tried to chase them, but tripped all over himself. He was twice the size of the others, and his paws were about the size of my hand. I reached out to him and clicked my tongue, and he wagged his way toward me. Just before he got to me, he tripped and tumbled end over end, almost rolling into my lap. Everyone laughed. “I think that one has a different father than the rest,” Mr. Silverstein said. “I tend to think the father of the others was Olsen’s Blue Heeler, but I think this one is out of Judson’s Great Dane.” “I vote for this one,” I said, knowing I didn’t have much say. We would get whatever my father and mother decided. “Look at the paws on him,” Daniel said. “He’s going to grow up to be a horse.” Daniel was third oldest and joked a lot.