Nothing,nothing

by channing   Nov 22, 2006


My baby puppy was always there to welcome me home. I open the door and he would go crazy he loved me and i loved him. We would go outside and race each other down to the creek. He was getting to wear he could beat me. I have nobody to beat me now, all i have is myself. When i go back home no cute little puppy face will be welcoming me home now its a empty cage.

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