The little Yorkie from down the road had come to visit, again. My dog was delighted. They make the strangest pair.
She’s three kilograms of fluff and fun; He’s twenty two kilograms of boisterous activity.
And yet, somehow, they just seem to get along so very well that he won’t eat his breakfast until she has dropped by and eaten her share first.
Yes. Can you believe that?
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