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The Lord is my keeper, I will not yowl. He makes me lie down in comfy armchairs; He leads me beside interesting windows. He restores my fur. He teaches me not to jump up on the table or chew the plants for His Name's sake.
Even though I walk through a vet's waiting room full of dogs, I will
Surely petting and brushing will follow me all the days of my life,
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