One day my mother went to pick up my 10-year-old brother from school. She arrived with a big brown doberman. “Whose dog is that?” he asked.
“Ours,” she replied. “He’s called Moon.”
One day my mother went to pick up my 10-year-old brother from school. She arrived with a big brown doberman. “Whose dog is that?” he asked.
“Ours,” she replied. “He’s called Moon.”