my dog
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My George the blueheller dog lays next to me and he smells like a dead frog.
I wonder if that frog had been sitting on a log. I reach over to give George a pet
My George the blueheller dog lays next to me and he smells like a dead frog.
I wonder if that frog had been sitting on a log. I teach over to give George a pet
Three years, we are still together
You change my world
Bring happiness and joy
that I can never forget
O' Thorn, you are amazing
I love you and the furry skin you have
My furry friends may be big
My furry friends may be small
They have woven their way into my heart
His loyalty is appealing,
especially when im sad.
He gives me a happy feeling,
even when I am mad.
He loves to run in the rain,
no matter how cold outside.
He never brings me pain,
The whimpers of my friend
Sad eyes peer from shaggy hair
As his life comes to an end
He loved me more truly
Than any human ever would
I loved him as well
More than I thought I could
