This post is dedicated to my old dog Brusser. I grew up with him until I was about six. I still remember the day that this man came and took him away. I still don't know why he came but I always told myself that it was because I made him too fat. I would sit by the window and crack it open just enough that I could fit all of my healthy food out during dinner. I wish that I still had him but I know that when they the guy came that my mom told me that he was being put to sleep. I also had a dog named Tank. I would ride Tank around all of the time. It is sad beacause we let my uncle keep him at his house but one day my uncle came out and his food bowl was gone and so was he. I just hope that nothing happens to Phylis or Suki.
