Wyatt Burp
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We all think that way about our little sidekicks, and we're all right about it. Bob Smalser's great thread "Cruiser" motivated this. My dog Cassius isn't really a dog at all. He's a human kid trapped in a dog body, destined, sadly, for a much shorter life because of it. We talk to him like a person and he knows we're talking about him when we purposely try to be cryptic about it. He would talk if he had vocal cords so i can tell it's real frustrating for him. Every day at 3:00pm we go in the backyard and he chases his special ball until he's exhausted. Sometimes I'm busy and don't want to do it but I always do. Because someday he'll be gone and I'll see that little ball and think how much I'd like to play with him. If he lived as long as us I'd leave him my handguns in my will but he doesn't have thumbs so what's the point.

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