HIS MINI BEAR
It was already 7:50 in the morning.
I hurriedly made my way to the hall, only to come to a sudden stop as I saw Mini sitting on the couch, calmly eating scrambled eggs with pasta.
The sight of Mini there, safe and unharmed, initially filled me with a sense of overwhelming relief, but that feeling quickly dissipated when I noticed the rottweiler sitting calmly beside her, seemingly engrossed in the TV show they were watching together.
Tom and Jerry. She loves that.
But what bothered me the most was the doberman playing with her frock, which flowed down to her knees.
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