Dominique, that's his name. He was brought up as a puppy in a wealthy household, and he was spoiled and cared for, well-loved and treasured. Yet he didn't smile, he remained dull and cold, not lively nor bold. The rest of his kind marvel at uniqueness and his humans found him amusing.
Dominique was unreasonably cynical, it wasn't an insult, it was a fact, he lived indifferently, was that bad?
And for a dog that lacked nothing, he was an unhappy dog. And for a dog who was doted on, he was an unhappy dog. And for a dog from a mansion, he was an unhappy dog.
How ridiculous, how does that make sense?
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