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From so close, the chihuahua could look upon Crowfeather's features, and he found them puzzling. He would have guessed malamute, but there wasn't enough white on him and the face sloped far too gently. It made his tiny brows furrow. Had he encountered a brand new breed? But how come...

The question about his wonderful home of birth light up Gucci's face again, and his tail wagged with enthusiasm.

"Ooh, th' years in the kennel was the second most splendorous time ah ever had!" His excitement was voiced by a high, squeaky bark. "T'was in th' suburbs o' Atlanta, where the air's cleaner 'n' there's less noise 'n' the neighbors are much more pleasanter. Our owner was Missus Hannah Keith, 'n' she and her husband took good care o' all'a us, but t'was the Missus who had an eye for good blood! She bought and raised mah great-great-granma from puppy t' award winnin' beauty 'n' made sure each generation was as gumptious as she was." Were Gucci a bird, he might've begun preening himself at that point.

"Mah own mama was a thrice Best-in-Sho', 'n' mah papa ah never met, but ah been told he was a most courteous dog, from ovah the ocean, and an even finer example o' our breed. Ah had a sistah too, spittin' image o' our mama, 'n' we was raised wi' so much love, ah cannot believe ah ever managed to find more o' it." His eyes went iridescent with built-up tears, the nostalgia overwhelming him. His voice cracked, but the wag of his tail did not subside. "Them was such good years in th' kennel. When ah was eight moons ol' Missus Keith had me competin', and ah had her beamin' wi' pride at all o' mah accomplishments. Two good years ah been there, two good years o' makin' a name for mahself 'n' mah bloodline. Met so many inter'asting people, sired two litters o' what ah was told are true beauties, 'n' of course collected much gold 'n' titles..." He sniffed in trough his wet nostrils. "N then, somehow, an even better life found me..." A soft, wistful smile appeared on his lips.

The little male was winded, emotionally and physically, after this spill of information, but it felt so good to share with another. But, of course, as much as Grand Champion Gold Gucci was a talker, he also considered himself a plenty good listener.

"But, 'f course." His head snapped up to face the other dog. "Ah talked plenty 'bout mahself, now let's hear what y' have to share 'bout your Stahsea, which ah hafta say's a pretty name!" With his paw he urged the other male to, please, speak.

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