My boyfriend's mama's dog died. She was a funny American Eskimo that got a little bit nutty when her first owner died and she was left to eat gravel in the driveway by the woman's uncaring son. She was lucky, though, because my mother-in-law treated her like a queen, taking her to the groomers and buying her special toys. Her bark was like nails on a chalkboard and she'd chew on your hands if you weren't giving her enough attention (it's a good thing that she didn't have many teeth) but she was a sweet puppy and I hope that she's chasing some Labradors in heaven right now, just like her mom would have wanted.
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