Death brings me back to life

The pup wanderer around his house, a house shared with his parents and his countless siblings. It felt crowed but he didn't mind at all, he loved them so nothing wrong with being around over a handful of other puppies. Some larger, others closer to him on size. Finding a place to nap could be challenging sometimes, but the warmth the gang gave him at cold nights was priceless. It had as everything in life downs and ups. But he was happy with either. It was early in the morning, the sea wind crossing around the sands and palms. He could feel the sand under his growing frame. He would explore, but not going too far from home, being as responsible as possible.

"The Talking"