He tore my green, soft, favorite coat, the one I wore so much. I felt I was not the one he wanted me to be, not anymore. All good things must come to an end, or should it be just the bad? Clutching my torn coat and shutting the door in front of him, tears shed from my burning eyes. I said goodbye. It is his loss, not mine.
I've noticed the same thing. It's an attitude that is most fun to watch.
ReplyDeleteHave a woof woof Awww Monday. ☺
Too funny is what they all are!
ReplyDeleteAww, very cute photo! You're adorable! :)
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