My Life as a Dog
So here I sit in denver, at my father’s house. I am treated well, almost as well as the other pets. Noone ever asks what I want or my opinion on anything, but they shove food infront of me couple times a day. I guess it is really paradise compared to bellevue. /shrug.
I would complain… but… who would listen…
If you're reading my journal story for the 1st time go here...
http://www.livejournal.com/users/icculusx/2004/03/02/
and press Next Day at the bottom to read it in order.
I would complain… but… who would listen…
If you're reading my journal story for the 1st time go here...
http://www.livejournal.com/users/icculusx/2004/03/02/
and press Next Day at the bottom to read it in order.