They make me happy. Watching them goof around and do crazy stuff. I like throwing things for them. Have them run after it. And have them not bring it back to me.
They do that. A lot of them.
I had a black lab mix. He was pretty awesome. A bit intense at times, understandable, he was a pup. I had plans for him and I: we were going to hang out this summer. Ride around in my pick-up and see stuff. I'd throw things for him. He wouldn't bring them back. It was going to be awesome.
Sadly, and i mean damn sad. He died. He was poisoned. Not poisoned by somebody, but he got into something toxic. He last days were three days of misery. I feel bad about that. It was my hope. My wish that he would get better. He didn't. He died about six weeks ago. I still miss him.
A new dog has entered my life though. She's a sweety. She's a tiny little mutt that was abandoned at my sisters house (in a very rural area called Blue Bell). She's still a bit skittish with most people, though not myself. I'm her favorite.
I like her a lot too.
Maybe her and I could drive and around and see stuff. She doesn't like running after things and not bringing them back, but she likes her tummy rubbed.
Maybe I'll go rub her tummy.
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 12:30 AM
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