If she had to keep something, Anna actually preferred English Shorthair cats, silent elves.
This Springer Spaniel didn't look pretty as a pup, and its lineage wasn't pure enough.
Its two large ears, like palm fans, even seemed a bit rustic.
Compared to those puppies worth seventy to eighty thousand, or even a hundred thousand Euros, in the arms of high-society ladies, which could win European pet beauty contests and were as cute as little elves, August's lineage was totally like a country bumpkin's unworthy of showing off.
In pet shops, it was considered a low-cost item.
Even the staff repeatedly confirmed with the aunt, who was dressed in palpable opulence, whether she really wanted this mongrel priced at only 1160 Pounds before completing the sale with complete puzzlement.
When the aunt wheeled Anna's wheelchair out of the store, she could still hear the staff inside regretful for missing a big deal.
