A man finally
settled in his new city, but there is still something that has disappeared from her life. It was believed that he had a companion in the form of a shelter dog that might help. Then he did exactly that. He went to the shelter where he needs a black labrador called Reggie to a house. But they beat her immediately.
The man took two weeks
the amount of time the shelter said he could have in front of the dog to adapt to your new home, but he was not working. Perhaps the fact that he was also trying to adapt to a new situation. Perhaps it was very similar. But then the man started examining things from Reggie, and that was when he recalled a letter that the previous owner had left with the dog. This is what I will end up changing their lives.
Important part go next page. About this black dog
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me by giving me Reggie and his stuff, which consisted of a dog pillow, a toy bag.
almost all of which were new tennis balls, dishes, and a sealed letter. from its former owner. Neither Reggie nor I really touched when we got home. We fought for two weeks (the time the shelter asked me to accommodate her in her new home). Perhaps the fact that I also tried to adapt. Maybe we were very similar.
For some reason, he threw his work (except for tennis balls that don’t go anywhere without being stuffed in her mouth) himself with all of my other unpackaged boxes. I think I didn’t really think he needed all of his old stuff, and I’ll ask him for new stuff once it’s installed. But it became very clear that he would not.
It was just not going to work. He chewed a pair of shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little too harsh with him and he wanted it, I could tell. The friction was so bad that I could not wait two weeks to be, and when he was right on the search mode from my cell phone in the middle of all my stuff unpacked. I remembered leaving the stack boxes for the room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the “dog damn probably hid. ” Go the next paragraph
A Finally, I found it, but before I could hit the number of shelters, I also find carpets and other toys. I threw the pad in the direction of Reggie and he moved and the popular, some of the enthusiasm I saw him return home. I’m very happy.
But I called, “Hey, Roggie, you like that? Come here and I’ll give you a treat. ‘On the contrary, it sort of looked at my direction_ may’ bulging” more accurate_and then sighed and dropped evil. with my back.
Well, I guess that wouldn’t do that either. She punched the shelter phone number.
But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I forgot that too. So, I said loudly, “Well, Reggie, let’s see if your ex-owner has any advice.”
will have finished this story this week
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