The family dog passed away and he was cute.
I’m hiding his toy.
Like, so so cute. Well behaved most of the time, if a little bit mischievous.
He spent his life following my mom and my sister. I played with him a lot. I was hoping that I would travel back on time for him to make a very specific yapping at me; mom told me that he always greeted me differently and I always put that on the fact that I was the one running after him and his toy in the front yard. That’s connection right here.
May you enjoy running with other dogs in the dogs paradise, little dude.