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First night. He's not too happy. He's probably convinced he's going to be eaten. Not an unnatural reaction, really. Think of it - your entire life, you've been with your brothers and sisters, sleeping in a heap, smelling the familiar doggy funk, supping from the mom-spouts when you're hungry. And then two giants show up, put you in box and take you away in a great growling beast-machine. You'd figure: I'm dinner. And in certain parts of Korea, you'd be correct. But this is not Korea. |
| The picture below causes cavities if you look at it too long. The guilty secret of dog ownership is that we'd like them to stay this cute; if we could buy some sort of puppy-preservative spray, we'd be tempted to freeze them in eternal cuteness. But we wouldn't - every day they change, and every change is interesting. And an adult dog who knows the rhythms of the pack is much more interesting than a bouncy shoe-chewer. |
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