I was 10 years old,
we had a German Shepard,
he was the cutest
little thing.
We found him
running down the street
when he was about
6 months old,
his owner had
beaen him with a stick
and he was bleeding,
so my family took
him in, cleaned him up
and kept him for our pet.
We moved away that same year,
to a country setting,
a porcupine happened
to get into his doghouse
and the dog attacked
the porcupine.
So we had to take the dog
to the town vet,
when the dog came to,
he looked as if he were drunk.
He staggered all over the palce,
we had a footstool
sitting in the middle
of the livingroom floor,
well the dog fell
a$$ over kettle onto
his face, he had tripped
over the footstool.