C96 My anger

Looking at the mottled dog in the living room looking for something on the floor, I felt a little confused.

Fate? Could this be fate?

Fate had come.

I am destined to be with such an animal!

Its mouth was really long. A pair of big black eyes, as if inlaid with two black agates. His white fur was full of black spots, just like ink splashing in the snow