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A lost puppy

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I feel betrayed, alone and like I have no one,
I can't find my owners or myself.
I search for a home but all I find is a soggy log filled with empty Doritos bags and musky old soda cans.
I hope soon I will at least find a nice place to do my business.
I'm used to a yard with bright green grass but all I see is trees. I always used the area of the yard without dandelions. I hated those yellow things. They remind me of the time a bumble bee stung my nose and I rolled around in the dirt. I loved when my owner mowed the lawn. I would run around the whole day, hopping over rocks and digging holes. I hope they come back for me.



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