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FOR SALE - Aria is a bi-black female with beautiful conformation and a sweet, cuddly personality. She is 12.5" tall and weighs 10 lbs. She is 2 years old. Aria's dam is Sprightly A Little Night Music NA NAJ. I have raised Aria from birth, and hate to sell her. I have done a lot of training with Aria and she has even competed in agility trials. Her vocabulary includes sit, down, stay, come, wait, inside, leave-it, go, table, scrabble, chute, weave, tire, teeter, walk-it, and more including the names of various types of treats. She goes into and out of her crate and through doors on command. Aria is a cuddly little girl, and wants to ride in your arms, sit in your lap, sleep in your bed, and get belly rubs. She likes to be held like a baby. She enjoys rolling, wrestling, running, and playing with the other dogs. Her favorite toy is a squeaky toy, and she likes tennis-balls too. Aria likes to go for walks, and prances along with her tail in the air. Aria is housetrained, cratetrained, leashtrained, obedience and agility trained, very good off lead, great with cats, children, dogs, and ponies. Aria has a soft quiet bark. She rides well in the car, and I have taken her on multiple road trips. She is spayed, microchipped, up to date on shots, on flea and heartworm prevention. She comes with collar, leash, toy, food, rawhide, bowls, blanket, shampoo, brush, comb, training DVD, agility jump, and more. Aria is $1300. |
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Music is "The Nightingale" a 17th century ballad
One Morning, one morning, one morning in May
I spied a young couple all on the highway
And one was a lady so bright and so fair
And the other was a soldier, a brave volunteer
Good morning, good morning, good morning to thee,
Now were are you going my pretty lady?
I'm going down walking to the banks of the sea
To see the waters gliding, hear the nightingales sing.
They hadn't been there but an hour or two
Till out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew
The tune that he played caused the vallies to ring.
O harken, says the lady, how the nightingales sing.
Pretty lady, pretty lady, tis time to give o're.
O no, pretty soldier, please play one tune more.
I'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string
Than to see the waters gliding, hear the nightingales sing.
Pretty soldier, pretty soldier, will you marry me?
O no pretty lady that never can be.
For I've a wife back in London and children twice three
Two wives in the army is too many for me.
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