She knows nothing about the "tradition" of going out on the holiday eve. She is a sweet soul a tad lame in the hind haunches. But she's still spry in the clutch.
My constant companion since she was a puppy in the summer of '98. She is stubborn. Obstinate. She is a clown. She lead me to my husband. She has always trusted me and I have seldom trusted her around anything remotely edible.
But I offered her my whole heart. Knowing she will surely break it.
She grows gray as fast as I.
Her snoring rivals mine
We're getting old
That's no lie
She dog loves me
And I human can't deny
Heart, beauty, and soul
Beg I shut my big fat Piehole?!
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