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Soooo... we have a dog now. My aunt asked my mum if we could take her dog and as much as my mother has vowed to never have an animal in this house she couldn't exactly say no to my aunt on her death bed, who btw is still hanging in there. They just left to pick up the dog, a little foophy thing who's 11 years old and very sweet. I feel really bad for the dog but I hope he will happy with us. Actually this might be a good thing for me, it will give my mother someone to take care of and spoil :)