This is Gilly, our once joyful and playful jack russell dog. She would always run up to you and ask you to rub her stomach. She would always try to lick you in the mornings, but not any longer.She is now our gloomy and depressed little mutt. She always peers over her prison walls wandering if she will ever get out. When we go out or go to school this is where our little dog, Gilly, will lie and sulk. Will she ever be joyful and happy again? I don’t know, but I do know that she will still always peer over her prison walls wondering about the next time she will be allowed out.
(Fiction)
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ey! Gilly isn't a dog! She's a munchkin kinda thing
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