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The stars might look like milky bones from afar. Or glowing tennis ***** still clutched in owner's hands while the dumb dog chases something hidden. Did he stick his head out the window of the spaceship? Tongue out, howling. Did he know the hole he had dug was his own grave? I hate when owners pretend to throw a ball, only to hide it behind their backs. The dog trusts you. The dog loves you. The dog loves life. The dog doesn't want to die. The dog doesn't deserve to die. The dog doesn't care about exploring space, it just wants to find that ******* ball.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
Laika
The stars might look like milky bones from afar. Or glowing tennis ***** still clutched in owner's hands while the dumb dog chases something hidden. Did he stick his head out the window of the spaceship? Tongue out, howling. Did he know the hole he had dug was his own grave? I hate when owners pretend to throw a ball, only to hide it behind their backs. The dog trusts you. The dog loves you. The dog loves life. The dog doesn't want to die. The dog doesn't deserve to die. The dog doesn't care about exploring space, it just wants to find that ******* ball.
I got emotional about the dog they sent to space back in 1957
lexy-weixel
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
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