It all started when i had my first dog named Babygirl. She was a blue nosed pitbull. She had navy blue colored fur with a couple white patches. She loved kids and women. Men... she really didn't care about. Especially my dad. She was always scared of him. Everytime he would raise his voice she would either run to her cage or just breathe hard. In my world she as like my big sister. Even though she couldn't talk, i was with her most of my life so i completely understood her. I know that it must have been weird for me to talk to my dog, but it wasn't weird for me. i would say, "Babygirl i miss you.", "Babygirl i love you", "Where are you?", etc. i would say stuff out of the blue i would hug her, kiss her, lay on her back, and play with her. So enough with that i'm going to tell u her life story. (what i heard of course)
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GOOD OLD BABYGIRL
Non-FictionITS ABOUT MY DOG THAT DIED OF CANCER AND HOW MUCH SHE LIVED TO SEE ME AND MY BROTHERS GROW UP.
