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Jun 2010
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
*Composed with help from my friend, Megan.
Written by
Ams
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