So I’ve been anticipating this day for a while now, my parents have made an
appointment with the vet to have our doggy put down on Wednesday 
His name is Scout, and he is 16 years old. Actually we don’t know how old he is, he showed up at a police station on his own way back when, and we can only assume he was about 1 year old at the time. We also don’t know what kind of dog he is… he’s some kind of mix of sheep dog, terrior, and awesome.
He was the only dog who was sitting down calmly and not barking when we went to the pound looking for our new family member. Ohhhhh boy did he ever fool us hahahahaha, that guy barks sooooo much!!
Anywho, its definitely the time for it, He’s got some pretty serious arthritis in his back legs, he probably has some form of cancer, and his mind is off in another world, poor guy will sit in a corner and stare at the wall… or stare at his reflection on the oven door. Lol, he probably just likes staring at such a handsome specimen. And hell, who can blame him??
So ya, thats my story, as sad as it may be, let us all be happy for my dog scout 
*sigh
