I ended up in the shelter in 2010 when I was around 2 years old. I'd rather not remember the conditions in which I and the other dogs were kept before we came to the shelter... Out of the whole group in the shelter, I'm the only one left. It seems I'm not lucky. I know I should wag my tail more joyfully and approach people with more courage, but I can't. Maybe someone is still looking for a calm and gentle friend. I'm waiting.

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