Every time I would write in my diary bone would sit beside me and watch to see what I would say!
He would walk and sit on the book I was writing in and lick the paper!
I miss him. ❤
Every time I would write in my diary bone would sit beside me and watch to see what I would say!
He would walk and sit on the book I was writing in and lick the paper!
I miss him. ❤
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