Chapter 340

The little girl pointed at a Pomeranian. "Mom, I want this one, please buy it for me!" Her desire was evident in her eyes. Monroe couldn't help but glance back at the Golden Retriever behind him. In its majestic stance, there was a hint of undeniable silliness. He rather liked it, but he forgot to ask if his young niece liked it too. After a moment of hesitation, the little girl's mother had already bought the Pomeranian for her. Monroe stood at the door, lighting a cigarette. The shop owner, now free, asked Monroe, "Monroe, how are you planning to take the dog away?" Monroe evaded the question, "What kind of dogs do children usually like?" The owner paused, "Are you buying the dog as a gift for a child?" Monroe nodded. "My sister's child, a girl." "How old?" "Over three." The owner hesitated, then whispered, "For a three-year-old, a big Golden Retriever might not be suitable." "What if the baby is afraid? I suggest you choose a smaller breed or a Golden Retriever puppy." "Pomeranians