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| Two brown puppies up for adoption. |
It all started a few
months ago. I was coming home from a long night of work when I noticed a
sad-looking dog curled up in the entrance of my building. That’s odd, I
thought. Street dogs usually avoid people. There’s probably something
wrong with it if it’s decided to seek refuge inside the building. So I
decided to find out. I approached the dog slowly, not knowing if it was
wounded or scared, or if it would bite me. “Hiwoy,” I said (that’s “hi”
in the super retarded doggie language I invented :D). I got closer and
crouched down to pet its head until it finally acknowledged me by wagging its
tail. Very well. It didn’t seem to be hurt, so I made my way to the
elevator.
