Association, its life will be unbearable hardship. However, the dog, a real dog, you should stay in the wind, rain, is a warrior; but not trapped in the mansion greenhouse, a doll. Never, my heart so a dog: it squat on the bluestone in the side, turned around a long howl, an air of haughty neck, mane flying in the wind, the ... ... However, sometimes the dog is very lonely. The village dogs pitiful. Pug in the world who, although popular, has become nondescript room in the dog, they want to be dismissive of these dogs. Turned a village, also not seen to find a real companion. No telling, no play, no high-spirited echo. Just swinging all day alone in the courtyard, facing those birds, vent a few strange sounds, given some dull growl; sometimes, from a standing sets and the sun, the presence long, desolate eyes against under the setting sun tree trees, mind seems to have had some resonance. So quietly standing, motionless, until the night falls down, it lonely figure, desolate eyes covered up. But each in the middle of the night, if you suddenly woke up, the kind of unique cheerful thought for injury is still clearly audible.
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