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My dog's name is Ferguson. He is a mixed breed. maybe Rat Terrier He is 11 or 12 year old. He so old he creak around. Make small nosie in breath. He weezer! He His back legs not work to well. Bu I love Ferguson. Sometimes in the morniong I let Feguson jump on bed. He stinky, he pant his evil breath on me. I laugh solid, but close my mouth quick he, may lick inside. Yucker Yuck! He best dog ever. We play games of football, I kick he run and bite ball. Once I acidently kcik him, so hard he yelps� Maybe his rib was broken. But later he was happy.
And eat a chicken skelton. growl he go. |
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The story behinds how I got ferguson is amazing I think so. You might not agree but, YOU NOT KNOW! I DO! I have another dog in my life and it was Prissy. She was Ferguson mother. Prissy didn�t live in my hosue but was a run wild dog. I leave food outside sometimes for her. She has fighting, and making with other dogs in the area I live. Montains litters of puppies. puppies one time, come out of bum while she run! We thought she was going to die, but she hung in there and made it. The puppies run away when they were old enough. Some die and rot like fruit. Little heads melting in street puss.
Prissy had her last litter of puppies in the street. She was old. and as she was taking care of her puppies she kicked Fergsuon out and wouldn't feed him. but Prizzy. Died also. When I found Prissy she was dead. And fergsuon was only dog left alive. He eye no open, He fit in the palm of my hand hand. That's how small he was.
He had no hair on his tail and his feet were flat. You couldn't even see if there were holes in his ears. It took 2 weeks to name him because i didn't think he was going to live. I take him to work in my pocket, he sit still why I do work. I give him milk in syrringe. But when he start to get better he only going have one name. It had to be ferguson. Well it was thai name until 1998. He is strong and healthy and very special to me. Oh yeah
Bye Kok |
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