After a while(like 1 1/2 years) my family started packing everything in our home. It seemed as if we were leaving! During that year the humans put me in a car with a dog named Finnegan, and a cat called Carlos. Lilliam was in front of it. I suspected the others(Jacob, Lucas, Madelaine, Reginald, and the dogs, Ocean, Elouis, and Tiberias) were in another car. For a while we just sat, although it felt as if we were moving. When it was dark outside we stopped. Lilliam left the vehicle, so we were left alone. In a tiny bit she came back and took us out of the car, to inside a huge building with lots of scents! There was a man at a desk with some sort of small wall in front of him. All of us, not including the man with the odd smelling, small wall, went in some big box. When the doors opened, we were entirely somewhere else! We followed a hallway full of doors, until we came to a certain one, for I could smell certainty on them, they opened it.
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Fiction généraleWe have no idea what our dogs feel, do we? Never have we taken a look at the prospective of such a small animal, anyways It's hard being small, but whats it like being a pomchi in a house of pitbulls and mastiffs?! According to the dog, this is what...
