My Best Friend


I like to take a small chunk of well-cooked beef, lay down on my couch and get comfortable, then I pull little strips of meat off and feed them to my best friend Louie, my dog.

When he first smells the beef, he pulls his head back and rolls his tongue around his lips. I can get almost ten strips out of a small chunk of meat.
I am a giver. I like to give–I spoil him but each bite somehow pleases me.
These moments are good moments as are many that I spend with my best friend.


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