This is a very strange story of my life and it all started with my obsession with Afghan hounds. Not so long ago I saw an Afghan hound and I wanted to cry, because I wanted a dog like that very badly. I knew that I would never be able to have a dog like that, but one day I decided to order myself an Afghan hound. It all started like this:
I saw an advertisement in an overseas magazine. This advertisement was about a man who takes orders from people who wants dogs from certain countries. Then he goes to that specific country to collect the dog for you and then he sends the puppy to your country where the puppy can have a loving home.
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