The past year has been notedly crappier without Winston and while it is trite and factually incorrect when other people say it, it is simply the truth coming from me: My dog was the greatest that ever lived. (To clarify, "crappier" should be read as meaning less good, not as meaning an increase in the presence of feces. There has actually been a decrease in that over the year. Greatness does not preclude shitting in the house.)
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 04:46:03 +0000