Brain the Dog
Brain came to live with me after my the 14-year-old niece informed her mother she brought home a dog and was going to keep it. It all worked out for about three months. My sister then advised that if I wanted this dog, I'd better come and get him because he was going to have to find a new home.
I'd said to her once that if she ever needed to remove the dog, I wanted him because every time I saw him, he made me laugh.
To this day, that is true. |
