My Five Legged Dog and I

"C'mere boy! C'mere little Lincoln!" 

I kneeled and called for my scruffy little Lincoln.

He waggled his tail and moved his five legs quickly.

His eyes were covered by his fluffy fur and he almost tripped over his fifth leg.

In his mouth was a bone, and his tongue was wrapped around it.

"C'mere boy! C'mere little Lincoln!"

He jumped at me and I hugged him.

I love my little Lincoln.

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