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I used to have a dog named Kisser. He was one of the most precious things I could ever have. I first saw Kisser when my neighbor’s dog had puppies. There were 3 brown puppies, and 2 black puppies. The little curious black ones would never let us hold them or pet them, they were always scurrying off away from us. On the day before I picked my puppy to keep, one of the little black ones let me hold them. It was so cute and sweet. My mom and dad told me I could get one that same night. When I went over to get one, I didn't have a hard time choosing. I picked the little black puppy. I went home and though over and over that night what I was going to name him. I was going to name her Princess, but then I thought a while and decided I would name her Kisser after the fact she wouldn’t stop licking my face and hands. She went over to my neig