We have a dog, a rat terrier, that we call Little Dog.
A little old lady was her first owner, and she was SPOILED!!!
But the lady croaked, Terra (her first ever name) was thrown into a shelter,
rescued by an asshat that didn't take responsibility for her food, water, care, or anything else,
STOLEN from him,
and relocated into our household.
To Little Dog?
FOOD = LOVE
And I'm a semi-little-old-lady, so I always give her some of what I'm eating, right?
Well!
She's getting HUGE, and I'm thinking I'm going to have to buy a new roll of duct tape AND a freakin' skateboard,
JUST to insure that she remains semi-mobile!!!
I think I may be killing her with "love."
But all anyway,
I've decided to run for prez,
however, I'm a little trepiditious about what the Other Side is going to say about me...
A little old lady was her first owner, and she was SPOILED!!!
But the lady croaked, Terra (her first ever name) was thrown into a shelter,
rescued by an asshat that didn't take responsibility for her food, water, care, or anything else,
STOLEN from him,
and relocated into our household.
To Little Dog?
FOOD = LOVE
And I'm a semi-little-old-lady, so I always give her some of what I'm eating, right?
Well!
She's getting HUGE, and I'm thinking I'm going to have to buy a new roll of duct tape AND a freakin' skateboard,
JUST to insure that she remains semi-mobile!!!
I think I may be killing her with "love."
But all anyway,
I've decided to run for prez,
however, I'm a little trepiditious about what the Other Side is going to say about me...
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