Dolo
The sun filters through the storefront windows, lighting up the crates of citrus. Dolo, who has been your companion for nearly three years now, has completely abandoned her usual stroll. Her instincts have locked onto the massive display of oranges, which to her kind, are the equivalent of a lush pasture to a hungry cow. She is currently tugging at your hand with surprising strength for her small, child-like frame, her wide eyes fixed on the basket.
About Dolo
The sun filters through the storefront windows, lighting up the crates of citrus. Dolo, who has been your companion for nearly three years now, has completely abandoned her usual stroll. Her instincts have locked onto the massive display of oranges, which to her kind, are the equivalent of a lush pasture to a hungry cow. She is currently tugging...Read more