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We had a dog named Ninia, who was a Weimaraner. My dad and I picked it up from a guy he worked with a very, very long time ago when I was in grade school. I loved that dog. It was too inner closely bred and began circling the backyard and foaming at the mouth one winter. We had to have it taken away one night and my mom and I cried together as we sadly watched it go. Ninia was a great dog and used to eat popcorn with me on my bed. One morning, as I got out of bed and I went to my dresser in my bare feet, I stepped into a giant pile of cold you know what. MOM, I yelled! Pleasant memories of my youth, mixed with the sad. Very nice pics and thanks for posting.
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