His compact wooden cabin out in the mountains, barely kept out the numbing cold.
He was jubilant though – no responsibilities, no worries; he had the whole world to himself.
Then came a scratching noise outside, at the cabin-door….with a woof woof; that continued even when he tried to ignore thinking it must be the wind or simply crackling of tree branches.
The scratching continued to the point of annoyance that he had to get up from his cozy bed.
Outside stood a tiny pup; lost neglected; that looked up with large trustful eyes for a new home; his new room-mate?
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