My dear friend Suzanne Carpenter had a little dog named Lucky. Damn thing was suicidal. Pretty much every time it ever got loose, which happened way too often if you want to know my opinion, it would end up in the road and then get run over. I honestly lost count of how many times that dog got hit by cars. Lucky would also seek out chocolate and acquire it by any means necessary. It ate so much chocolate that it eventually ended up developing seizures, and then down the line, outright strokes. And yet, it lived to be something like 18 years. It’s been so long I don’t recall exactly how he passed or exactly how old, just remember Suzanne would talk about how old he was all the time.
I know another best dog. He is the most laid-back terrier ever. He has a job where children read to him to gain confidence, and he will sit still and listen the whole time. He is sixteen years old.
His name is Dude. He abides. It is my privilege to look after him for a few days a week, and he is the best dog. Sleeps most of the time. Walks around my yard in the same pattern he has for years, every few hours of the day. Mostly blind and pretty deaf.
My dear friend Suzanne Carpenter had a little dog named Lucky. Damn thing was suicidal. Pretty much every time it ever got loose, which happened way too often if you want to know my opinion, it would end up in the road and then get run over. I honestly lost count of how many times that dog got hit by cars. Lucky would also seek out chocolate and acquire it by any means necessary. It ate so much chocolate that it eventually ended up developing seizures, and then down the line, outright strokes. And yet, it lived to be something like 18 years. It’s been so long I don’t recall exactly how he passed or exactly how old, just remember Suzanne would talk about how old he was all the time.
Tbf if I had the option to eat so much chocolate that I could get a seizure, I’d probably still take the risk.
Look at this asshole name dropping over here. We get it, you’re friends with Suzanne Carpenter!
The best dog.
I know another best dog. He is the most laid-back terrier ever. He has a job where children read to him to gain confidence, and he will sit still and listen the whole time. He is sixteen years old.
His name is Dude. He abides. It is my privilege to look after him for a few days a week, and he is the best dog. Sleeps most of the time. Walks around my yard in the same pattern he has for years, every few hours of the day. Mostly blind and pretty deaf.