You got in my trash and my dirty laundry, you ate things off the floor and your flatulence could part the Red Sea. You snored and snorted, you looked like a pig or a stuffed sausage. And yet, you were our dog, and we loved you nonetheless.
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snickers, you didn't throw up in my car when we dognapped you. You scratched me in the photo booth at the south plains mall. You posed for a wide array of pictures in a way only you could. Every Boston Terrier we see we call a "snickers dog" to this day. RIP
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snickers, you didn't throw up in my car when we dognapped you. You scratched me in the photo booth at the south plains mall. You posed for a wide array of pictures in a way only you could. Every Boston Terrier we see we call a "snickers dog" to this day. RIP
Snickers. it's like i can still sense your 'aroma'.
Good bye, dear dog.
good bye.
sad, so sad. I for one will miss the snoring the most...
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