The Pomeranian that the old lady had brought in was already three or four months old. But it was small, skinny, and not energetic. Even its hair was lousy. It was not as feisty and cute as the younger Pomeranians in the pet shop.
It was all white, with half a circle of light brown tear marks under its eyes that resembled bags under its eyes. Besides, its nose was dark brown, unlike the black nose of the Pomeranians in the shop.
Nonetheless, the Pomeranian was very quiet. Since it had arrived at the shop, it didn't run nor bark after it saw so many other dogs. Instead, it laid quietly under the old lady's feet, glancing around while it blinked eyes. In another sense, it was too quiet––so quiet that it lost the energy.
