One year later and the hole in my heart still hasn’t been filled by anything but missing him.
posted by Fang Bastardson at 7:53 AM
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
1 Comments:
Fanger, I miss my german shepherd every day and it's been 3 years and counting. There is absolutely no replacing a great dog.
4:06 PM
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