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Pet
My son brought a one-year-old dog. He called her Jin, a golden retriever
My wife and I didn't like the pet animals
But we were accustomed to looking after it
She came near me when my son was out. I touched her with a little doubt She behaved very well with a bark. I kept her in the kennel in the dark
Likewise, She reigned as a ruler in the home Her tail looked like a bundle of foam. She attracted the children by her fluffy hair. Her friendly tone mingled in the air.
I am always moved by her wagged tail
And she became a part of our lives Now-a-days she never goes out lonely. She was accompanied by me only.
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Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani
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