Diddy Baby

Paco, my dog, was the best friend I have ever had. My shadow. My pillow. He would mold to my every move. Such a good "pet". He would pretend to like long rides, just so he could come with me...and try to hide when he got car sick. Me and Paco went everywhere together, even to Petsmart. But that wasn't really his thing, he didn't like to act like the other dogs. He wanted to be like me, a human. He didn't know any better. Paco even smiled like a human. I could swear he knew what I was talking about, because he always knew how I felt. I guess I didn't even need to say how I felt, because he always knew, and he was always there. He didn't care what I had on TV. It didn't bother him when I had no money. He didn't even care if I smelled like poo. Heck! He would even sit with me while I pooped! If that's not a friend, what is? Miss my Diddy.