Digger the Dog was the Only Friend I Needed

I had a Digger the Dog that I inherited from my sister. I dragged that thing everywhere I went, through the yard, down the street and all around the house. Digger though, was not the only dog in our house. We had 3 other dogs and they all despised. If you know Dogs, you might not be surprised to learn that Digger would eventually run afoul of the rest of the pack. I came home from school one day and he had been torn apart. Digger was a great friend, but he was pretty defenseless.

He was given a full burial in the yard, which was quickly uncovered by his assassins. Further defiling his memory. Needless to say it was not a pleasant week for me.


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