Bolt yawned, stretching his 8 week old jaws wide open and breathing the fresh air, یا at least what passed for fresh air in the animal shelter. He sat up. He was still where he had been the دن before; stuck in a case with a bunch of other puppies. He looked around, panting and wagging his tail happily.
Bolt spotted his پسندیدہ toy; Mister Carrot. He ran over and pounced on it. The bright مالٹا, نارنگی 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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