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In front of me stands a woman about twenty-six years old. Her hair is in a bun; she's wearing black-rimmed glasses and a red blouse with black pants.

‘ What can I do for you? ’ she asked and adjusted her glasses.

‘ I'm from the ad, ’ I said.

A smile blossomed on her face, she looked at me differently, her gaze changed immediately, she grabbed my hand.

‘ Come in, honey, ’ she says.

I stand in the hallway. All the shelves in the hall were filled with books that even some didn't fit, and lay on the reading table. Along the stairs that led upstairs hung pictures and drawings of dogs.

Have loved animals since childhood. My first pet was a Panther Chameleon. His name was Teddy and he lived in a big aquarium that we had in the hall. My second pet was an English bulldog, Tracy, who was the last pet we had.

A woman approached me with a little puppy sitting in her arms. He looked like a toy. It was white in color, but it had dark, wavy hair in places. She hands him to me, and he yawns sweetly. I give her the money for the puppy, walk outside and go home.