Fifteen.
Fifteen puppies!
How marvellous.
How marvellous,
how perfectly... ugh!
The devil take it.
They're mongrels... no spots!
No spots at all.
What a horrid little white rat.
They're not mongrels!
They'll get their spots.
Just wait and see.
That's right. They'll have
their spots in a few weeks.
Oh, well, in that case I'll
take them all. The whole litter.
Just name your price, dear.
I'm afraid
we can't give them up.
- Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.
- Anita, don't be ridiculous.
You can't afford to keep them.
You can scarcely feed yourselves.
I'm sure
we'll get along.
Yes, I know....
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