The Saratoga Animal Shelter is suffering from a shattered heart. Not a broken heart because that would imply some kind of finality, but a heart that is fragmented into an infinite number of tiny slivers that pierce and stab each time they are chipped away; a heart which will undoubtedly continue to crack rancorously; a state that leaves it vulnerable to this kind of nonsense:
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| "Keep me...I'm bred to save those who need help" |
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| High Altitude Camouflage |
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| Yes, this is me, Chloe, Randi and Earl on the couch |
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