Gloyd-Orangeboar

The only thing she ever knew was love. Affection ,and no pain. Her black spotted coat was admired by the faces. The ones who stood. The faces were who she needed.     One face was small. The other was even smaller. There were two big faces. But one was even bigger. The smallest face loved her so, it would stroke the black spotted fur softly. It would sleep with her.     Rich love. She had one who she loved the dearest. It was not a face, but one of her own kind. He was larger than her, but she was large, too. The faces called him a Great Dane, and her a Dalmatian.     But the Great Dane was not apart of this group of faces. He was apart