The two dogs – one a pet, one a street find – had died four years apart and never known each other, yet when she had each stuffed and mounted, she positioned them in the back yard to appear to be playing together – but Bowzer wanted no part of these two.
The joy of a first love is matched only by the joy of dog friends reunited in the yard to race, just as my heart races when you and I are reunited.
Ok, Ok! you can have the damn bone.
Dogs are about 97% unbridled joy, which is why you need as many of them in your life as possible.
“Snapper!” scolded his mother, “stop playing with your food!”
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