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About Chico

Before I was born, my family had a little dog, a Chihuahua called Chico. He used to have his own homepage just like me and when he died Sophia put Chico's Memorial Page on the Internet (this site has been discontinued later, but if you are really interested, your can still view his original site; see I heard my family say to each other that they'd never thought that a parrot (tha's a-me, folks) could be counted as anywhere near a replacement of a dog. Of course they miss Chico still, but I am happy that I give them plenty of laughs myself. I can feel they love me and I think I am able to return that very well.

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