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Two years ago I was tricked into buying this adorable fluffy puppy, little knowing that a sock-stealing monster resided beneath that adorable exterior. Twas the last day I wore matching socks 
Lexi, my previous black poodle, passed away the December before. I was heartbroken. Then I found out her litter sister had a litter. So naturally I drove to Coventry.
This one puppy came scrambling over, a black female poodle and began to lick my face. So she chose me, really.
This one puppy came scrambling over, a black female poodle and began to lick my face. So she chose me, really.
Then later that day we lost that one puppy, and after twenty minutes, just when the breeder was going frantic, the mummy dog found the pup hiding under the barbecue in the garden. And I knew this was meant to be my wee dog.
In short: she is a brilliant, fun, mischievous wee dog with bags of attitude and personality, and dogs are the best thing in the whole world and the main reason I want to save the planet
(Side-note: when you vote me into power people who harm dogs will go to prison FOREVER.)
(Side-note: when you vote me into power people who harm dogs will go to prison FOREVER.)
