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~LEDA’S POV~ Living with a feral dog has never appeared to be a charming idea to me. However, most of my ideas haven’t sustained for longer since the day I’ve been acquainted with Willow. By feeding the creature quite often and allowing it to sneak into our bed whenever it pleases, I have, without desire, begun to grow a fondness for it. “Here, Jug!” I say, playfully to the dog while tossing him some bite-sized pieces of chicken. Dashing towards the dining table, it appears to be the happiest little dog I’ve ever seen. By perching right beside my leg, it finishes its food. Brimming with affection for the little one, Willow suggests, “Should we go out to look for another one? Jug might get lonely all by itself.” “Are you for real, woman?” I ask her without being able to conceal my