Blue. The cops called my DVM buddy on a weekend and he took him in because Animal Control was closed. My buddy called me and made me take him-- just because. And I owed him and still do. Blue has been gone 3 years now. He gave me 13 good years, with major seizures every 6 months, but he was a great thing none the less. One cold lonely winter, I put 38,000 knots of yarn into a latch hook rug. Blue approved the effort. Ill never forget that dog. He never did anything bad. Ever.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 23:38:16 +0000
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