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			I have to admit, I once had a Yorkie, named Jordan, that little "thing" was smarter than me I think ( does not take much either ). It was my fault he died, he followed me crossing the street, and I did not know he was behind, and a car ran over him, right before my eyes. I swear I heard a small voice yelling me to run, and Jordan took the hit. I cried like a baby.  Those small dogs are great dogs, but sure thing they are afraid of most things, I thing they feel "like a cockroach on a chicken house", anything can eat them or step on them. I have learned to love "Chingos", or "Satos", as we call them ( mutts ), because they are for sure inexpensive, the "mother flowers" never get sick, they are more faithfull than most women, they eat anything you give them, they follow you even to death, and if they ever get stolen, they will just spend the rest of their life trying to escape back to you. Sancho is the son of our chingo Marmol, who, I could proudly say, the best dog I ever had. 
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