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Once upon a time there was a young girl named Abi. Abi was 14 years old and lived in mablethorpe in the United Kingdom. While walking home from school one day, a brown dog jumped out from behind a wall and tackled Abi to the ground. But just when she was about to let out a scream for help, Abi realized that the brown dog was only licking her face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Abi decided to keep the brown dog as a pet. And on the way home she decided to name her brown dog ”ellie.” When Abi and her new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That’s right, it was Abi’s mum. And boy was she surprised to see a brown dog following Abi into the yard! ”What in world is that?” shouted mum. ”It’s a brown dog,” answered Abi. ”Dah, I can see that, Abi, but what on earth is it doing here?” said mum. ”It’s my new pet!” answered Abi. ”Oh you think so do you?” her mum remarked .”I wouldn’t get your hopes up. You know how your father hates dogs. But, well, I suppose you can keep her until your father comes home.” And with that Abi grabbed ellie by the scruff of the neck and led her new pet into the house–even though she knew her father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, Abi and ellie played and played, that is until Abi’s favorite television show, ”Rosario + Vampire,” started. At that point Abi forgot all about ellie having an unsupervised dog run round the house. That is until half way through ”Rosario + Vampire,” when Abi was brought back to reality when she heard her father shout, ”Noooo!! Abi! Get your back-side in the living room…NOW!!” With that Abi rushed into the living room to see what all the fuss was about. When she entered the living room, there stood her father, pointing toward the chair. ”Will someone please explain that?” asked her father. Then, as Abi followed her father’s finger to where it was pointing, she instantly knew what her father was so upset about. There, smack dam in the middle of the chair, was the biggest pile of doggy doo-doo she had ever seen! ”I don’t EVEN want to know how that got there,” said dad. ”But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!” Well, knowing her father as well as she did, Abi knew there was no sense even asking her father if she could keep ellie for a pet. So without hesitation, Abi set out to find where ellie was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Abi discovered ellie crouched beneath the table that Abi played tabletennis on. ”Come on, ellie, it’s time to find you a new home. And hey, don’t look at me that way, I’m not the one who did the dirty deed on the chair!” scolded Abi. ”Thanks to you I’ll never get to have my own pet dog!! And with that Abi led ellie out of the house and down to the local pets at home store. They had a pet section and Abi knew the owner would find ellie a good home. So after saying good-bye to ellie, and thanking the owner of pets at home, Abi walked backed home and attempted to dround her sorrows by slamming down a half dozen fizzy oranges. But Abi’s pitty party came to an abrupt end when her father reminded her about the mess she had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, and then with out a doubt Abi’s father went out, and 10 minutes later Abi’s Dad had bought ellie back from the Pets at home store but with a purple collar and lead, a new sheep skin lined dog basket, with some blue doggy doo-doo bags and a soft toy bunny rabbit and her father said if your happy then iam happy but try and train her to go to the loo outside! And with that ellie lived with Abi, her mum and dad and things where going to get very intresing indead…

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