Hey, I'm a Kliff! My story is quite sad because I don't know what it means to have a family and live at home. I was adopted as a puppy and lived with my family for over half a year. And suddenly they brought me to the shelter, pushed me into the pen and drove away. What did I do wrong? Did I love them too much? I don't know ... My guardian only told my aunt that when I was naughty, he closed me in the garage and took away my  food. So maybe it's better that I came back? Here nobody takes me anything ... Although I would feel the best in the house... but this time for real! If you would like to make me a gift, get to  my list of needs, thanks!

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