When I was young, my brothers and I had a little dog named Cree. She was a mutt; that much is certain. Yet, she was beautiful as any pure-breed show dog. Although she had the same general appearance as an Irish setter, she was small and her fur was black. Cree was fun-loving and would romp and play like any dog, but she also had a quiet grace and gentle brown eyes, full of love for us. She made no secret of that ...


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