August 27th 2012 10:05 am
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I was only 2 1/2 when I died, isn't that just a dang shame? They put me down because I wanted to play with their chickens, I didn't mean to kill em', or hurt them.. I didn't know they were so fragile. I swear. The girl Tiffanee told them not to let me around small animals, they did it anyways. It wasn't my fault, I'm just a dog? I'm not mad at Tiffanee, she saved my life; my other owners were trying to fight me, they'd get mad at me cause I didn't fight.. they hit me and made me angry, it wasn't the other dogs fault and it was NOT mine. I liked Tiffanee, she got me off craigslist, the first time we met I liked her, I was jumping on her and giving her kisses, she took me for a long walk, to her brothers house where I met this beautiful Boxer/Golden Retriever, her name was Kiara. I really liked her, we played all night, I wanted her to have my puppies! But she was fixed : I tried though. Haha :D, I sure to miss her, *sigh*. I miss the smell of grass, and the taste of bacon..mmmm bacon.. oh oh sorry, got side-tracked. Well, I gotta go chase some angels that look like squirrels! :D!!! BYE!!!
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