Today i am remembering a period of my life where i had a dog. I was in High School, i had a paper route, and a few friends, but... Spaz was my best friend. He was always there for me - despite, in hindsight, i was not the best dog owner. We would play a lot, he would come with me on my paper route and keep me company. He was a great dog. A Welsch Corgi. When we were out on the paper route he would never bark. Even when the dogs inside the houses would go insane.
Now, i don't want to get a dog, mostly because i don't want to be the only one to take care of it, and i am nervous how i would feel when (s)he would get old and pass on. Still, i still am very thankful to have had those years with Lord Spastic of Grinbin. He is missed.