The story of how my family and I anded up liveing in a doghouse is almost too amazing to be lieve. I now live with a family that once was very rich. I live with a gorgeous mom, a treacherous father, and a annoying brother. One could even call him a brat.But that's for another story. Next door, a dog named Chester lived. He has sharp teeth, he's a bull dog and he's chubby and wrinkly with black fur.Our house is blue and it is guite small. It looks very nice and even friendly and we plan on adding on next year. One sad and solemn day, about a month ago, our neighbor died. Her attorney read her will to us. We didn't know why she would have included us, but we soon found out. My family had to take care of Chester in exchange for large sum of money and his doghouse. Wefound out that Chester was an extremely spoiled dog!!! We also found out that the dog could talk! Every night at dinner, he wanted to order caviar. His favorite color was pink and he wanted us to change the color of our house. Every morning he wakes us up and commands that we take him on a walk. He especially liked the dog park because there is a beautiful French poodle that he particularly likes.One day the poodle followed us home. Chester was so used to having his way, and we were so used to letting him have his way, that we agreed that she could stay with Chester. While Phoebe, madame le poodle, was staying with Chester, we found out that she was even more spoiled than Chester. Every night, she ordered filet mignon withchampagne. One day, she decided that the doghouse was just too small for her and, perhaps, their family to come. At first, Chester and Phoebe decided they only needed myparent's room which was a suite. My parents, of course, moved into the doghouse. Surprisingly, there was the arrival of some baby "boodles"-twenty, to be exact. My annoying little brother was next to move into the doghouse. I was left in the house with the new family. Slowly, the boodles, who were just like their parents, and very spoiled, began to move into my room. Thay loved my stuffed animals who looked a lot like them. I tried to fight back, but Chester threatened to besiege my room. The puppies were getting older and were often going to the dogpark where thay found the loves of their lives. One thing, of course, led to another, and there was no more room in the house for me. I now live in the doghouse with the rest of my family. We're planning to remodel and add on one day. But for now, it's a dog's life.

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