Jojo

It is Jojo.

A brave, intelligent and pretty obedient good dog.

Recall the days of my childhood,he was a lovely puppy.

Wif his other companions.Wif his parents.

Running in my grandma's yard.Happily,wif his fellow doggies.

The sight that still remains vivid in my memory after such a long years.

He used to barking furiously at strangers.He used to energetic,playful and curious.But it seems that evrything is left wif once upon a time since he was left alone.The photo shows everything.

Jojo lost his enthusiasm.Lost his brisk steps.Lost his direction.

No fighting.No chasing.No accompany.

His life repeated the same beat over n over..Boredom.

He has no choice but becoming like tis.He used to it.

Just like human being,always unable to recover after a setback.After that,continue their life senselessly and end up their life without purpose eventually.Fatuity.

A one thing about Jojo will never change is the dream in his heart.Nobody knows.A dream he kept secretly and never fulfil.