a short story from the dog

Sitting by the cinders at Himalayan valley, the madness and methods of world don’t really engulf me. It is on such cold evenings that I am reminded of a story Rusty told me in my puppy days. This is a story for my little friends and those of you who still have a kid lurking beneath your mustache and mascara.

So like all stories of yore, it so begins that once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted a puppy. She asked her mother if they could go to the puppy shop and get one little cute ball of fur.