julieswhimsies
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Miksa, Bree, and Me
Miksa: "I am scared. I want to go home. I need my Mama."
Me: "I'm sorry you are afraid, sweet puppy. I promise to take care of you and love you forever. This is your new home."
Miksa: "(...)"
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