A lot of people have asked me lately why I wanted a Pollie... So the story goes... In nineteen years in the United States, I went to dinner with my family. When I was waiting for my seat, I saw an old white man walking with a white Pollie.
My first thought was, he was sliding the mop?? I was so curious that I ran after it to see what kind of amazing species it was... At that time, I dragged my husband and my children all the way to catch up and said, "That dog's hair is like a little skirt and it can be swung." Grandpa walked for a while and sat on the roadside bench to rest. Being an e man, I just rushed up and said what kind of breed is this? Can you touch it? Do you have a good personality? I've got two kids and I'm trying to whip my dog to a pulp.
On the way home, I began to frantically search where there are kennels, and found that there are not a few husbands in the United States to comfort me and say "China must have". It turns out my husband was a bunch of bullshit after all the trouble he went through to buy a cute little sister in the country of origin named Fluffy Ball! Five years later, the three mops are an integral part of the family and finally, what the breeder said to me, "After you raise Polly, you'll never want to raise another breed."
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