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밥이답이다
Whether you are a stray dog, or a worker, you have washed up to your final resting place. Or maybe you're nothin' but a hound dog and you slunk in through the well-concealed hole in the wall. Maybe you are to stay just for some nourishment during the night,or maybe you'll be caught by the staff and placed in the pound. Sure, the staff feed you plenty and you get fresh water, but it comes with a price. If you can't attract some attention for yourself, you get the Back Room. And no one who get's the Back Room lives to tell the tale. Maybe you will have pups and become adopted, or maybe you'll meet a more unfortunate end.
Come one, Come all, to The Pound. Will you survive?
John, the dog warden, dumped the young, shivering pup on the receptionist's desk.
"He's from my last rounds…I'll do another check"
He slinked away as Maria, the receptionist, carried the puppy into the Puppy Kenned and fixed him up with a blanket. That puppy was one of many.
Come one, Come all, to The Pound. Will you survive?
John, the dog warden, dumped the young, shivering pup on the receptionist's desk.
"He's from my last rounds…I'll do another check"
He slinked away as Maria, the receptionist, carried the puppy into the Puppy Kenned and fixed him up with a blanket. That puppy was one of many.