His peachy brown cotton spandex’s silky soft and smooth. While he was made, nothing snapped or snagged. He has no holes, no patches, no stains.
He is just an ordinary dog, like any other.
His only exceptional quality is that he beats the rest to even ordinariness.
He didn’t mind. He didn’t care. Actually, he even didn’t notice. He is fully occupied being the best friend he could be, to anyone who cares about him for being himself.
I call him Randolf.