I got Dean when he was only three months old. My deadly (at Bond) friend Lynnett hooked me up with him. He came from a huge litter. Fortunately I ended up with him because he's much cooler than his brothers and sisters. He's six and a half years old now. We've crossed several state lines together, put up with each other's gas, gone through kitchen carpet, drywall, garage walls, a couple of garden hoses, a few library books, numerous phone books, my Pablo Honey CD and more than his share of spilled Fat Tires but I still love him.
Here's to you Dean. Cheers. (yes, I know he'll never read this but he'll know. OH, he will know!)
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Oh...he already knows. And yes, I am extremely deadly (at bond). :)
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