But when I look in the mirror, there will always be a little puppy in the mirror that is pure white without a trace of color.
Just two months ago.
I left my mother's side and came to this strange world.
It was a mysterious accident.
I don't know what exactly happened to me that day.
I only know that when I woke up again, the world in my eyes became extremely strange.
There seems to be an invisible force that is repelling my arrival.
"Since you rejected me, why did you bring me here again in the first place?" I thought angrily countless times during my wandering days.
There are neither high-rise buildings nor busy traffic in this world.
What is a little comforting is that I am still in the environment of human life.
It's just that the people here seem a little different from the people in the world I used to live in.
These differences are not only reflected in skin color and appearance but also in body shape.
I seemed to feel an ominous atmosphere on them.
A magical feeling that cannot be expressed in dog language tells me that I must not be caught by them, otherwise they will...
meeting……
..."ate" me.
This is not eating in the literal sense.
Whenever those "simple" dressed humans see my charming fur from a distance, a greed that I can clearly feel will rise from the bottom of their hearts.
In my eyes, that desire is as black and foul-smelling as the mud in a stinking ditch.
If they catch me, I think my fate will not be good.
I don't know where I got this ability from,
I don't know what kind of harm using this ability will cause me.
But it has allowed me to avoid potential crises again and again.
In this malicious world, I live a life of hunger.
When you're hungry, you dig through the trash heap that doesn't have much food.
When you are thirsty, you take a sip of the dirty water that collects from nowhere.
My smooth coat was no longer clean and tidy.
The hair that had been taken care of by her mother's master also began to become tangled and clumps.
I think if my mother knew what I was going through, she would definitely feel sorry for me.
However, all kinds of tragic experiences did not dampen my yearning for life.
No matter how good or bad things are, the hardships of life cannot stop me from living well, it just makes my temper a bit worse.
During that month of wandering life...
wrong!
It's a dog's birth.
When bad things happen, good things will inevitably happen.
I met my first friend in my life.
An animal that is slightly bigger than me, can squeak, and has dark brown fur.
I don't know what that creature is called.
All I know is that it lives in the sewers of this human town like me.
It relies on agile and silent movements to steal human food, and occasionally eats rotten meat floating in the sewers as a tooth sacrifice.
Judging from its strong body and shiny hair, its life is much better than mine.
Otherwise, he wouldn't look like this.
It's good for me.
He would often give me half of the precious food stolen from humans, which moved me for a long time.
In return I will also comb its fur.
However, the happy days of helping each other lasted for less than a month and ended in a hurry - it died.
Died during a theft.
If my nose hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have believed that the charred corpse lying in the sewer was it.
No one knows what kind of things it went through to become like that.
God seems to have played a joke on me.
You finally gave me a friend, but you took his life away so cruelly.
I was depressed about this for several days.
The days returned to their original state again.
I wandered aimlessly through the sewers of the town, just to find a trace of edible food.
I don’t know why my temper is getting worse and worse.
Maybe it's because I've used abilities that don't belong to me too many times, and an inexplicable desire for destruction emerges from time to time in my heart.
Always eager to destroy something.
I didn't suppress that desire.
The small trees on the street, the wooden pillars of the houses, the potted plants with flowers, etc. all have left my mark.
On the day when I turned three months old, a torrential rainstorm that lasted for several days hit the town and the area where the town was located, and also washed away the dirt on my body.
Through the clear water on the ground.
I discovered a very serious problem.
My coat color has changed.
No longer pure white.
I went from a pure white puppy to a puppy with clear black and white top and bottom.
At that time, I felt more confused than ever.
I don't know what happened to me? Why am I like this?
Just when I was lying down in a puddle full of stagnant water in frustration, a petite figure came towards me silently.
It was a little girl wearing pink clothes.
She is not very tall like an ordinary girl.
Her white and delicate skin has a hint of crimson, and her big, smart eyes look charming.
I don't know why the sound of her walking escaped my sensitive ears, but I didn't react until her delicate little hands touched my dog's head.
An unprecedented warmth spread through my body through the barrier of hair, so much so that I forgot to run away.
I obediently lay on the ground and let her caress my body, feeling the fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose.
The destructive desire in my heart that was ready to stir up began to die down.
I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick her palm gently.
"Grrrrrr~ It's so itchy!"
"Why are you lying here?"
"It's so dirty in here."
The owner of the little hands didn't mind that I was covered in dirty water. He put his hands under the armpits of my front legs and hugged me.
"Where is your master?"
Apparently she regarded me as someone else's pet.
But I don’t have a master!
The gentle voice made me whimper full of grievance: "Ugh~".
"Do you have a master?"
"If not, can I be your master?"
"Woo~"
then.
She became my master.
This was also the scene when I first met her.
Justin!
This name sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
That's what she named me.
Who are you going to ask her about?
hoe!
She is my current master-Alizee Alaso.
This is the little girl who puts me in the cloak right now.
Isn’t it cute?
I also think so.
Also, the owner just said that he would take me to see the giant butterfly.
But what does a big butterfly look like?
Do you know?
You don’t know either? Still want to ask me?
Please!
I don't even know what a butterfly is.
But if the things in front of me that can not only fly, but also make scary sounds are butterflies, then it is really...