Neighbours


A few days ago met Max and Pepsi. Dad took me downstairs. There met them. They stay in the first floor. I stay in the second floor. We had our session of butt smelling. Max is a little dominating. Pepsi is always hyper excited. I love to smell the car tyres for the tyres travel to so many places and carry so many stories and smells. I could visualise all those places that the car went to and virtually meet all the dogs which had marked it with their urine. Urine marker is the social media post for us.

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