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Every Saturday I run around freely. One day I met this other dog named "Geemaaq". After meeting her I went and checked on her every weekend and we play a lot. She taught me how to play all kinds of games. Afterwards I went to my house and played a little with my housekeeper's child. She is a little clumsy. One time she and I were playing around and she tripped over a stick poking out of the ground, and I got the blame for it. I was a little upset at her but not for long because she was too small and couldn't talk very well. Her big sister came out and whipped me, and at that time I got really mad. I just walked away and went into my house.
For five Saturdays in a row I hadn't seen "Geemaq" and I was getting kind of worried. So the next Saturday I went down to her house. She was moaning, and as I looked into the house she was sitting by six little newborn puppies. I was happy until she told me that I was the father.
I dropped my teeth. "Me the father?"
Our so called "Human Gram" would come and feed "Geemaq". She took care of the little puppies too. I guess only after my human family realized that I had to help raise six little adorable puppies they finally started giving me big chunks of meat to "bugook." And the big girl picked me a lot of grass to keep me warm for the winter.
Marshall
Cultural Atlas
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Dog for a Day
