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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
Jun 24, 2010 at 9:59 PM UTC
...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
*Composed with help from my friend, Megan.
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Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 9:59 PM UTC
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