Tuesday, April 28, 2009
This pretty much sums it up...
Every time I see a dog in a movie, I think the same thing: I want that dog. I see Skip or Lucy or Shiloh and for a moment I can't even think about the movie's plot. I can only think about the dog. I want to hold it, pet it, take it for walks, and tell it what a good dog it is. I want to love it, and I want it to love me. I have an empty space inside myself that can only be filled by a dog.
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Would you say it's a "[d]og shaped whole" in your life?
You had a dog. His name was Toby...and it recently died a horrible and painful death, and you didn't even care.
I don't think you are fit for dog ownership. How bout a gerbal or turtle to start out?
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