The noise stopped. Koko could see a snout poking through a bush, and two black eyes staring at him. He sniffed the air. It smells sort of like a dog that really needs a bath, he thought.
“Who are you?” Koko barked.
“My name is Moochee,” said the other dog. “Will you be my friend?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Koko answered.
With his tail wagging, Moochee ran up to Koko. He was only a few months old. He had short legs, a long tail that curled up, and a tongue that hung out the corner of his mouth.
“What kind of dog are you?” Koko asked.
“My mom is a Beagle and my dad’s a Corgi. Mom said I might be part German Shepherd, too. She wasn’t sure. She told me and my siblings that our breed was called mutt.” His wagging tail rustled the bushes. Moochee poked out his chest and added, “Mom told me that ‘mutt’ is the most common breed of dog in America.”
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