Life as a Military Dependant Mutt
August 2nd 2006 5:13 am
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Let me start by saying, from the day I was born my humans knew I was special. You see my human has this odd job, she gets up real early in the morning and goes running, unfortunatly she says I cant come. Later in the day she dresses in these cloths that make her hard to see sometimes. Part of her wardrobe is this dinner bowl like thing she wears on her head, on the side of it is this patch in the shape of a black heart. When I was growing up I was told that on my side I have a birthmark that looks like the same black heart. Well one day scratching I found it. I figured my human wears this patch to remember me. Then I learned the truth. My human is in the ARMY, her black heart is to represent the 502nd infantry division. They are a group of true heroes, the kind of people that do the stuff it takes to keep the country and the world safe. I have been told stories of the "Black Hearts" history, from Normandy, to Bastogne, to Baghdad and I cant be prouder of my human. I guess it is my job to wear my birthmark with pride and do my part by being a good dog and keeping the yard safe from menaces like the guy who delivers mail and stuff. This is just a small responsibility, but it is the least I can do until my human gets back from Baghdad. I know this birthmark and it's implication could cause a burden to most pups, I welcome the challenge.
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