I had this great big German Shepard when I was a boy. He followed me everywhere. One night there was this huge fire of an industrial building in NW Portland. I and some friends hopped on our bikes and rode down there to awe at the sight and generally get in the way of the firemen with our gawking. My dog ran down there with us. After the fire gawking was appeased we hopped back on our bikes and scurried home. When I got home my dog was not there. I got my mom to drive around looking for him but he wasn't to be found. After about a week he showed up, very hungry and very very happy to rejoin his family. I don't know who was more happy, him or me.
Got cut off! One day I came home and was checking the mail when I heard meow meow meow and my cat, skinny and filthy.
