So "my" dog has cashed in with a Tell-All, entirely his words here:
* It was fun at first, we met at a park or bar whatever, and it was some kind of immediate atrraction or who-knows.
* Yeah, that night, it was wild, we were wild, crazy wolfish, didn't think about "forever" or stuff like that.
* So naturally we wanted to keep it up, next time, hey, seeya.
* And we had to do some *other* things, like other things, things just things.
* So it got to be like, you-me/nobody else and stuff.
* And that went on until it's a done deal, like, let's move in.
* And then it was a new kind of homebody kind of thing, well that was new.
* So fast forward, a decade and a half or so.
* Well, gotta give props, he was a great provider, but dry stuff, no human tasty stuff.
* Same-ol' - fun? Well, he sent my balls to heck & "jokes" my treats, "You want your nuts?!" Never was funny.
* Well, it's a living, no lack of dry food and wet water. He leaves me alone for about 3 hours 3 times per week.
* It's not perfect - BUT. Look at that movie, "Sunday Bloody Sunday".
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