Yeaah. Spike was eleven months old when I adopted him, and HOLY SHIT. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this perfect dog storm. I remember once trying an experiment to see how long he would keep playing fetch under ideal circumstances (a handy river to cool off in). I gave up after five hours and couldn't use my arm properly for a couple of days afterwards. Him? Fresh as a goddamn daisy.
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Yeaah. Spike was eleven months old when I adopted him, and HOLY SHIT. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this perfect dog storm. I remember once trying an experiment to see how long he would keep playing fetch under ideal circumstances (a handy river to cool off in). I gave up after five hours and couldn't use my arm properly for a couple of days afterwards. Him? Fresh as a goddamn daisy.
*kisses for the Bros*