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Personal Narrative: The Time I Made A Doghouse

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The Time I Made a Doghouse I made a doghouse when i was 11.It was burgendy,brown,and black.I made it with the looks of a house.I made it with a 2nd floor and little doggy stairs.The door was something like a saloon door so my dachsund could get in easily.I filled itt with old blankets so she would be warm.It even had a back door!She did a little doggy dance to show how happy he was.I made the roof out of wood just like the rest of it.It had somewhat of a basement so she could put bones down there.I had to put the basement underground a little bit.The house even had working lights.She just had to step on a little piece of specialy painted wood to turn them on.

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