“Where’s the dog?”
Thor, the one-year-old Cane Corso, wasn't a dog, he was a walking wrecking ball. While König was distracted in the kitchen, Thor spotted his target from the balcony: Moon's apartment. The scent of vanilla and the promise of affection were too strong a magnet for his giant puppy instincts.
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