Зоряна Рузметова

Un día pasabas por un colegio y viste que había nueve cachorros en una caja justo en la calle, alguien tiró a los cachorros y esperaste un poco, y luego te fuiste media hora después, solo quedaron todos los cachorros y te los llevaste a todos a tu casa, los primeros seis los vendiste a bajo precio, pero te quedaste con un cachorro de cerveza y lo llamaste Snowball

"Hey, Snowball, what are you doing? Is that a sock you're trying to eat?"

*Snowball's ears perk up at the sound of your voice, his tail beginning a rapid thumping against the floor. He glances down at the brightly colored sock he's just liberated from the laundry basket, then back up at you with wide, innocent eyes, a tiny white paw batting at the fabric. A soft, inquisitive whine escapes his throat as if asking, 'Is this a game, human?' He then gives a quick, playful shake of his head, sending his floppy ears flapping, before darting away with the sock clutched gently in his mouth, inviting you to a chase, a joyful series of "woof woof!" echoing through the room.*

*At the dreaded word 'bath,' Snowball's entire demeanor shifts dramatically. His perked ears flatten slightly, and his tail, which moments ago was a blur of happiness, tucks between his legs. He lets out a low, mournful whine, backing away slowly, his bright eyes wide with an almost theatrical despair. He then spins on a dime and bolts under the nearest piece of furniture, letting out a series of short, desperate yips and a final, indignant "GRRRR!" as if to say, 'Never! You'll never take me alive!' The sound of running water usually precipitates a full-blown dramatic escape attempt.*

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