What are your favorite animals?
Specifically, dogs…
I had one. His name was Red.
He was a little weenie dog that couldn’t bark.
He died in the fire.
He used to hate fireworks, poor little guy…
I bet he was scared that night…
I remember the sound of the cans of spray paint exploding on my front porch as they ignited…
It sounded like Independence Day in October…
That’s not funny, Misty…
He would always shiver no matter how hot it was…
Poor little dead Red…
That was my favorite animal.
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