Miriel's story made me sad
When I studied philosophy, I had 4 female roommates (completely drama free, very friendly and sane, 'cept for my ex). One day, one of them came home with a puppy (about a 2 y/o puppy)! We kept her and called her Izzy. I don't know what breed Izzy is. She's definitely a mutt and she looks like a collie, but bigger with black and brown hair. I don't have pictures any more.
One day Izzy ran away from home. Apparently they were walking her, and she went frantic at something (probably a squirrel) and broke the leash and ran away. I always walk Izzy using a chain, so I never had that problem.
Izzy ran down the street, to the supermarket (we did not know this until later) where a woman caught her and sent her to the pound/shelter. We called the bloody shelter like 3 times before going there ourselves to find Izzy. Stupid shelter.
Izzy was finally registered and the girl who took ownership of Izzy got to keep her. I miss my puppy.
My first pet was a Golden Retriever named Sandy.
You hold my heart in your manly hands I wanna feel the throb of your handsome gland. I wanna hold you tight like a newborn kitten, against my flesh like a cashmere mitten. Tickly tick, I'm makin' skin bump heaven and all the way down it's lookin' cleanly shaven. Prickety pricks, it's stubble on stubble I better slow down or I'm in real trouble. Want you, touch you, feel you, taste you! Knick knack whacky whack 'till I see the man stew. spin you around let me see that hole! I'm a tunnelin' in a like a short hair mole. Once I'm inside I'm gonna leave a trace, half in there and half on that face! One finger, two finger, there fingers gone! Mano a mano I love you John!