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I was looking through the fence to see how the neighbor dog is doing, and I could hardly believe the wonderful scene. There were little kids there, and they were playing joyfully with the dog. They were chasing each other, and they would hug the dog passionately. It was so beautiful to see that dog so happy, finally, finally getting the taste of the life it always should have known. I never saw those kids before, but I hope this is a permanent thing.
But then I woke up. It was just a dream. A heavenly dream, but just something in my head. And now I can hear the dog moaning its loneliness and pain, probably short-leashed on the bricked ground without food or water, much less someone who loves him or is at least willing to take the least decent care of him.
But then I woke up. It was just a dream. A heavenly dream, but just something in my head. And now I can hear the dog moaning its loneliness and pain, probably short-leashed on the bricked ground without food or water, much less someone who loves him or is at least willing to take the least decent care of him.
