I let Bermondsey outside with me last night as I took out the garbage. I turned around, and saw him lying in the grass. He looked so very little and I felt a pang in my chest that he was ever a stray, dependent on what he could find for food and shelter. Fortunately, he's found a home, and Mr. Sweetie says he (Bermondsey) is very grateful.
Although the gratitude is turning a bit into entitlement. That's got to be the Lhasa Apso in him. What do you expect from a breed that was raised to be revered?
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Well, that being a stray thing was SO six months ago. (That's how dogs think) OF COURSE, his life was meant to be as it is now. (Lhasa are pretty much built for comfort, not speed.)
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