He is the old friend who plays with children and sits in front of passersby with all gentleness. He is the shepherd of the field and a great cattle player. He came down to us with warmth full of love to teach the stony hearts the meaning of loyalty. Even the deserts and forests know how pure a dog can be, so when hands touch his pure soul, it becomes softer and cleaner. He carries love on his back, greetings in his eyes and a very expressive tail. He is a forgotten and persecuted painting, but those who knew him wrote on their pages the most beautiful stories in which he was the hero and the pure friend.
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