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...but, I still love him.

He yells at his neighbors

and sometimes my friends

 

his hygiene is horrible

his breath smells like flem

 

when I ask him to come over, it turns into a huge affair,

cause he just sits in his lazy-boy chair and stares off into the air

 

he refuses to cuddle with me on the couch

but suddenly, when in bed, he is not such a grouch

 

his domestic habits do not exist

if they did, I would not be so ******

 

but for some reason

I still love him

I have no idea why

that little rat-

terrier, pug mix

**** dog of mine

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Jun 24, 2010
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*Composed with help from my friend, Megan.

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