The Dog was expecting a piece of fresh bone that day. He had become little too old for the rubber bone and had also started hating the dog biscuits. He always yearned for that piece of dead rat outside or that piece of meat stolen from the butcher. Not that he had tasted any of these, but this knowledge came with his genes. His parents would have planted that thought into his genes, which would again had been planted into his dad’s and mom’s by his grandparents and so on and so forth until that particular canine who had been a free dog or at least had a chance to have experienced some of these adventures.
Again that is what his parents told him; that’s the common belief.But the dog did not believe in all those, he was an Atheist.
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