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  • I was five years old when Fing came to stay.
    He was an energetic dog - always running or barking - all day!
    Mum or Dad had never had a dog so they knew not what to do,
    Or how to teach him manners or make Fing do the things that little dogs do.

    Three months later Dad'd had enough.

    Goodbye little Fing. I hope you like your new home.
    I'm sorry you couldn't stay, but I guess it was too hard to teach you.
    If only we read a book. That way we could learn too!

    And I would not be taught the lesson that it's okay to give up when there's a challenge ahead.
    Instead of how it should be in life - that you gotta keep going and you can sleep when you're dead.

    Now I know that a dog takes work to be well behaved,
    But its worth the effort when your soul and sanity it can save.
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