My Childhood and My First Dog – The Friend Who Never Left My Side
I was seven years old when my parents brought home a scruffy little puppy from the local shelter. He was trembling in my mother’s arms, his fur tangled and his eyes unsure. I remember kneeling on the wooden floor, stretching out my hand slowly, afraid he might run. But he didn’t. He looked at me…
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