Dawa fell in love with pretty, fluffy and shameless flirtatious Singyemo. He wanted to marry her for the season, but she wanted to know his breed or lineage. Dawa had to have pedigree, so he invented an impressive lineage by pasting together bits of stories he had heard here and there. He said that his great grandfather was not an ordinary Damchi he was a pure Damchi in prestigious household in Lhasa who was stolen from his litter by a vulture on the day he was born. He was raised in a vulture’s nest, high atop a sheer rock face, not in a low and dirty corner. Growing up on bird food instead of dog food had stunted his normal growth. However, he was found by a shepherd and presented it to aristocratic lady of the house who fed only a fistful of barley flour mixed with a little butter tea because she did not want him to grow beyond the stage of tiny, cute dog so that she won’t be able to keep him in her sleeve and he won’t be able to warm her with his furry little body.
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