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Lucy

A day with my dog is like a day full of hairy cloths. She is 9 mnths old and i am informed that dogs tend to shed hair when they are in their 1st year. So yeah she spreads hair a lot. But that doesn't make her a little less cute. But after a playful hug makes me a little less cute.
My mother always warns me not to get all hairy. But i cannot stay put, lucy is meant to be hugged. She is white umm shades of brown. I believe she will grow all brown some day like her mother.
Her mother is all brown silky hairs, i kept her name lucy cz sadly after some days i brought lucy home her mother died. I was looking for a good name and i though y not use her mothers name. I thought of lucy 1.2 but it didn't fit so lucy it is. But my sister calls her Daisy. Do let me know which one do u like the best.
Any ways she is all sheddy abt her hair, so its been 5 daus now, i comb her hair. She doesnt like that, but orders are from mom so cant ignor that. So i comb her, she rolls side by side, pretends to bite me but is always such a gently touch. She always know what will hurt me. So she just bites me as if it were to scare me. She would go real fast on her instinct and just when she is about to make the bite goes all slow n i am unharmed.
However, today was her lucky day. As my father brought meat. He got meat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I am writing this down and lucy must be sleeping i n content mabe dreaming of meat. She loves meat and pedegre.
Watching her, playing her always makes me feel better. It feels like she brings the better in me. Its like she screens out all the alienated emotions i bring from friends n colleagues n office. I am very happy that i decided to bring her home. A huge shout out to my friend who made this possible "Utkarsha".. umm a bigger shoutout to his sister who was kind enough to guft us Lucy.:)..
Dogs are innocent, loyal n caring; people should acknowledge that.

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