We've said it before that dogs bloom from somewhere inside them.
They may remain the same in appearance as they were before, but the difference in look, smile, freshness of happiness is so huge that many times you do not recognize the dog you thought you knew.
One such example is Polly. We met her at the public pound of Tripoli as a serious, calm dog, who did not expect much or ask for much. Her gaze was deep and her face serious. Polly is now with us and Polly is now another dog.
She laughs and shines throughout, has the enthusiasm of a puppy and the freshness of a spoiled dog.
She looks like she is something between a Labrador and a hound, from one parent she got her ears, the red-blond color and the round head and from the other she got the profile of her face, the stinging skin that you pinch and has excess, the texture and length of her wool.
Once she sees you, she will act as if he knows you. It is
