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Why own  a dog? There's a danger you know, You can't own just one, for 
          the  craving will grow. There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies 
          the  danger. While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger. 
One dog  is no trouble, and two are so funny. The third one is easy, the 
          fourth  one's a honey. The fifth one's delightful, the sixth one's a 
          breeze,  You find you can live with a houseful of ease. 
So how  'bout another? Would you really dare? They're really quite easy 
          but,  oh, Lord the hair! With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed, And 
          crates  in the kitchen, it's no bother, you've said. 
They're  really no trouble, their manners are great. What's one more dog 
          and  just one more crate? The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty, The 
          floor  is all footprints, the furniture dusty. 
The  housekeeping suffers, but what do you care? Who minds a few 
          noseprints  and a little more hair? So let's keep a puppy, you can always 
          find  room, And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom. 
There's  hardly a limit to the dogs you can add, The thought of a cutback 
          sure  makes you sad. Each one is so special, so useful, so funny. The vet 
          and  food bills grows larger, you owe BIG money. 
Your  folks never visit, few friends come to stay, Except other "dog 
          folks"  who live the same way. Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs 
          are  dead too, But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew. 
There's  dog food and vitamins, training and shots. And entries and 
          travel  and motels which cost lots. Is it worth it you wonder? Are you 
          caught  in a trap? Then that favorite one comes and climbs in your lap. 
His  look says you're special and you know that you will Keep all of the 
          critters  in spite of the bill. Some just for showing and some just to 
          breed.  And some just for loving, they all fill a need. 
God,  winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too. But they must have their 
          walks  though they're numb and your blue. Late evening is awful, you 
          scream  and you shout At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out. 
The  dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills, The work and the 
          worry,  the pressure, the bills. The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs 
          are  your life. They're charming and funny and offset the strife. 
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same. Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game!
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