Jack and black as my bodyguards,
Accompanies me on my evening walks;
Jack took the stairs while I elevated down;
He became my chief escort, walking alongside me.
Even though we protect him
From his main adversary, Puppy,
A stray dog who frequently attacks him.
Black is a daring bitch;
A clever dog that survives amid crafty wolves
She only comes home when she's hungry.
Regardless of that, she comes with us.
I'm about halfway through the backstreets.
Jack and Black have a good time together.
Jack has many friends in the neighborhood,
One of them greets him as if he were a guest.
Every time we pass by their house, we smile.
They open the gate for him and feed him biscuits.
The entire family enjoys his presence.
Similarly, the Black isn't left alone.
Jack has a down-to-earth demeanor.
Despite its massive size and intimidating appearance,
He is, at heart, benign.
Seeing Jack, the kids run toward him.
Pat him, and he, too, stay up to his breed-
A descend of Himalayan Sheepdog-
A livestock guardian canine.
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| Jack is the one who is lying, and Black is standing behind him. |
P.S. Jack and Black are our puppy-adopted street dogs. When we lived at our previous home on the backstreet, one of our street dogs gave birth to puppies. We just fed them, but they refused to leave, and when we moved to our current home, they followed us. Jack was adopted by my cousin's sister. And when she married, we had to look after him as well. Because they were born and raised in the backstreets, the dogs roam the backstreets and return home to sleep and eat. Only Jack stays at home all day, owing to that one dog named Puppy, who blocks and sometimes hurts him when he enters their street, so he only joins us for an evening walk.
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