I used to have this pull-toy, a worn-out Digger the Dog, which I inherited from my sister. I tell you, that handsome big-eared hound went everywhere I did – across the backyard, down the street, and all around the house. Digger wasn't just a toy; he was my loyal companion.
Digger the Dog was the Only Friend I Needed
Digger the Dog was the Only Friend I Needed
Digger the Dog was the Only Friend I Needed
I used to have this pull-toy, a worn-out Digger the Dog, which I inherited from my sister. I tell you, that handsome big-eared hound went everywhere I did – across the backyard, down the street, and all around the house. Digger wasn't just a toy; he was my loyal companion.