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Old Fritz
Old Fritz I had me an old black and white dog, I think Fritz was his name Used to get tickled at him chasing his tail, to him it was a game. If I didn’t stop him though he’d run till he got drunk. Talk about a site, with his markings, looked like an overgrown skunk. Old Fritz loved to play his game, he acted like a clown. You’d always see him showing off when kids were around. Had me an old pickup truck, Fritz loved to ride in it. The biggest problem I had with Fritz was where he was to sit. If I wasn’t driving to suit him old Fritz would take the wheel. I’d really have to fuss at him, cause that was not the deal. The truth if I’d admit it, Fritz was more than just a friend. He was a companion that never complained, a trooper to the end. What I should have mentioned about old Fritz, Fritz was not a boy. She gave birth in the back of that old pickup, A bundle of wooly joy. She lost the battle giving birth, to what I now call Little Fritz numberTwo. I know without a doubt she sensed her time was near through. Fritz where ever you are you were the very best. And please remember when you chase your tail, you’ve got to stop and rest . Love Ya Buddy!!
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