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That Poor Dog

(This is a true story) Something terrible happened when I was a little boy. My dog was accidentally destroyed. I still remember the day when disaster struck. We didn't know that my dog was under my dad's truck. Dad backed over him and I still remember my dog's horrible scream. I wish it was all just a dream. I still remember watching as Dad carried his lifeless body away. It's been over thirty years but whenever I think of it, it still eats me up til this day. This tragic event was nasty and cruel. If you have any animals, please remember to look under your vehicles.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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