The dog is the god of frolic. — Henry Ward Beecher
The dog is the god of frolic. — Henry Ward Beecher
The dog is the god of frolic. — Henry Ward Beecher
The dog is the god of frolic. — Henry Ward Beecher
The dog is the god of frolic. — Henry Ward Beecher
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The dog is the god of frolic.

— Henry Ward Beecher
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