| Subject: t.o a d.og, e.very m.an i.s n.apoleon |
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Date Posted: 10:50:02 06/26/03 Thu
In reply to:
Stan Uris
's message, "+Internal Battle+" on 10:07:50 06/26/03 Thu
The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with her, and not only will she not scold you, but she will make a fool of herself, too.
She watches the two humans she most adored walked out of the house with much concern on their faces for her. Quickly, she wags her tail, and her ears drop against her skull, happy to see them once again, and to show that she was fine. Finally, she wouldn't have to forage for food.. or fight for her life. On top of the cuts, clogged by dry blood, she was thin. It was almost possible to count every rib on her slender body. Weakly, she walks over to Stan and sits down, placing a foot on his shoe. Loyally, she looks up at him, panting heavily. Even 'till her death, she'd stay by the two human's sides, loyal 'till the very end. With that, she moves back over to Angelina, pressing her mangled body against the woman's legs, looking up through loving eyes.
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