Young kid, 8 or 9, hell even an adult.....had a dog or pet people thought you were crazy cause you spoiled the shit out of and romped around in the floor like an idiot playing with it and teaching it tricks and shit...
tell some people to fuck off if they tried to move the dog off his end of the sofa to sit down?
then after 4 years or so one day out of nowhere the little bastard is missing. look fuckin everywhere.....even make signs...plaster them all over the fuckin neighborhood, pawn a piece of stereo equipment for some reward money.....
Weeks pass by...nothing...not at the pound....weird ass phone calls from weird ass people.
nothing...
3-4 weeks later your sitting in your lazy boy one night after work, drinking a beer, pissed off and contemplating life out of bordom....
a scratch at the door...wtf...no god damn way...you open the door and HOLY SHIT the fuzzy little bastard is sitting at the door...
not starved looking, not bleeding, just happy as fuck to see you... money can't buy that feeling.
THAT is what the FUCK it felt like when i saw this place
Yes marissa (forgot the real name) their is a santa claus
God damn it's good to see you fuckers. I've been a little cranky the last 48 hours.
/Toast a shot of (insert firewater of your choice)
alright so that sounded gay as fuck after I re-read it...or at least it will come off that way to you non-doggie loving people.
but fuck it
it is what it is.