loyal companion

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I never thought I'd be crazy about poodles. But back here in July 2008, my mom bought a Bichon Frise she named Pierre. He was only six weeks old when she adopted him. He fell in love with me from the second he saw me. He goes practically into fits when he sees me, hoping from couch to couch and fractically jumping into my lap. He's very lovable, despite barking at much bigger, meaner dogs that passes us by as I walk him for my mother.