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wow. one of the worst mornings of my life. my dad woke me up at 8:30 in the morning to inform me that chuck and shadow had run away an hour ago. they found chuck, but shadow was still missing when they woke me up and they wanted me to make a lost dog poster. i, of course, flipped out and couldnt stop crying. shadow is my baby. and hes fat and spoiled and cant take care of himself. when we went driving to look for him, any time i saw traffic or fire trucks i thought that he got run over. we saw some people walking their dogs and we asked them if they saw him, but they didnt. one guy took my dads cell, and 10 mins later, he called saying that he found shadow. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF WILSHIRE. my fat dog crossed wilshire. how the fuck did he manage that?!
i of course grounded him...no belly rubs for a week. he better have learned his lesson.
i love my babies. i hope they never pull that again.
*~moor~*
i of course grounded him...no belly rubs for a week. he better have learned his lesson.
i love my babies. i hope they never pull that again.
*~moor~*