Clifford the Small Red Puppy
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Clifford The small Red Puppy story in pictures by Norman Bridwell. Hi, I'm Emily Elizabeth. And this is Clifford, my big red dog. Yesterday my friend Martha said I got my dog from a fancy pet store. Where did you get yours? So I told her how I got Clifford. When I was little, I lived in the city. I didn't have a dog. One day the man down the hole called us. His dog had puppies and he wanted to give me one One Puppy was smaller than the rest. The man said, Don't take him. He is the runt. He will always be small and sick. But I love that little puppy. He needed me. I named my puppy Clifford. He was so tiny that I had to feed him with the dolls. Baby bottle. We got the smallest caller we could find for Clifford. It was too big When he began to eat dog food, we had to watch him all the time. He was so little that he was always getting lost even in our small apartment. Daddy said Clifford was just too small. He didn't think he could live through the winner. I was very sad. That night I told Clifford I wished he would go to be a big, healthy dog. I told him I loved him. Next morning. He looked bigger to me. He seemed to have an easier time eating his dog food, and his collar wasn't so loose. In fact, by the time Daddy got home, the color was too small. By bedtime, Clifford's tiny basket seemed a little too small for him, so I let him sleep on my pillow again. That was a mistake. Next, more me.