a cure for the common block

Quality of Life

The puppy scampered through the meadow, blissfully unaware of the world around him, nipping at butterflies and playfully pouncing on bunnies; the small dog was just over a year old, born in an alley and raised for a while by a loving mother, but they were separated a few months earlier. Sometimes the puppy would have an urge to be petted and scratched, cuddled and wrestled, but could never find anyone to assist, all of the humans around him just lumbered aimlessly, never speaking, never blinking, never paying attention to all the puppies that just want a good belly-rub.

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