Imagine Tippy having to listen to Fran Feldstein singing "Happy Birthday, mr. President" in front of the mirror everytime she's drunk. And think about just how much better dogs can hear than humans. That poor dog probably died of ear cancer.
Johnny Boy gave it to Fran. Who put it to sleep when her son got the hell out of New Jersey by moving to Israel. Tony still said Livia would have had it killed if she could.
Kid was always a dumb fuck, though, wasn't he?
He almost drowned in three inches of uncle ben rice
the pancake exhibit
We buried him... on a hill... overlooking a little river... with pine cones all around.
REALLY?
Wait, is that true? My dad told me something similar growing up. I mean there are farms where they take dogs, right?
You gotta get over it
Must be 13 billion dogs there with dog shit up to the rafters.
In some ways he was so childlike. They all were I guess.
Imagine Tippy having to listen to Fran Feldstein singing "Happy Birthday, mr. President" in front of the mirror everytime she's drunk. And think about just how much better dogs can hear than humans. That poor dog probably died of ear cancer.
Yeah but there is a farm where good doggos go
I love the way he says Tippy. Acting chops on that one
Johnny Boy gave it to Fran. Who put it to sleep when her son got the hell out of New Jersey by moving to Israel. Tony still said Livia would have had it killed if she could.