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The L u c k y Ones.
The light snow falls sleepily to the ground, making you even more drowsy than you already are. You are warm and cozy as you stare out the window at the outside, thinking about how you would hate to be out there. A soft shuffling makes itself known behind you, and, lifting your head up to regard your master, you wag your tail slowly as they approach you with a doggie toy.
You're a l u c k y one.
You shiver as you think of the pitiful looking dogs on the street.
Thank goodness your not one of them.
The S u r v i v o r s.
The heavy snow falls to the ground, covering your back in a blanket of the cold, puffy white stuff. Your freezing and uncomfortable as you trot down a unwelcoming alley, thinking about how you would love to be inside a warm building right now. A soft scurrying makes itself know behind you, and, turning to regard what it was, you see rats running to find shelter in the broken cardboard boxes. He hang you head limply as you sit down behind your dumpster. Cold, hungry, and incredibly lonely.
You're a s u r v i v o r.
You shiver with cold, wishing that you had a home and a family that loved you.
Your not one of them.
The L u c k y Ones.
The light snow falls sleepily to the ground, making you even more drowsy than you already are. You are warm and cozy as you stare out the window at the outside, thinking about how you would hate to be out there. A soft shuffling makes itself known behind you, and, lifting your head up to regard your master, you wag your tail slowly as they approach you with a doggie toy.
You're a l u c k y one.
You shiver as you think of the pitiful looking dogs on the street.
Thank goodness your not one of them.
The S u r v i v o r s.
The heavy snow falls to the ground, covering your back in a blanket of the cold, puffy white stuff. Your freezing and uncomfortable as you trot down a unwelcoming alley, thinking about how you would love to be inside a warm building right now. A soft scurrying makes itself know behind you, and, turning to regard what it was, you see rats running to find shelter in the broken cardboard boxes. He hang you head limply as you sit down behind your dumpster. Cold, hungry, and incredibly lonely.
You're a s u r v i v o r.
You shiver with cold, wishing that you had a home and a family that loved you.
Your not one of them.
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