Bolt yawned, stretching his 8 week old jaws wide open and breathing the fresh air, または at least what passed for fresh air in the animal shelter. He sat up. He was still where he had been the 日 before; stuck in a case with a bunch of other puppies. He looked around, panting and wagging his tail happily.
Bolt spotted his お気に入り toy; Mister Carrot. He ran over and pounced on it. The bright オレンジ carrot squeaked, startling Bolt. He backed away, growling at the noisemaker. He had never heard it make that noise before. Then he ran at it again, jumping on the carrot so that it squeaked again,...
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