It is about nine years ago that I bought Angus. Some guy was standing on the side of the road holding him up like Simba! I could not resist. (big surprise) My son named him after some guy in a band. Angus, was pretty crazy in his early years! He loved to jump the fence, all 7 feet of it! Once we were on a cruise. Angus jumped, ended up in the pound, and then almost died from Kennel cough! "What the Hell" is that? It was then that he lost a little weight, in the ball area! About a year ago, he started having a very hard time breathing. I took him to the vet. Poor Angus, the vet said he had cancer, and had about six months to live! So "What The Hell" I brought his happy ass in the house to live the rest of his life with me! Since then, we have been complete companions! OH YEAH! I get up , Angus gets up, I go outside, Angus goes outside, I go to the bathroom, Angus goes with me! Just so you know, Angus can open the door by himself! My husband gets so pissed at him because he follows me wherever I go! EVERYWHERE!! "I tell him he likes me he can't help it." So I ask you, "What the Hell?" The vet missed it on this one! I am grateful!!!! I love my friend, and worry about the day when it does come. Who will follow me around and open doors for me? Who will be my "Angy Mills?" "WHAT THE HELL"
I LOVE my Angy Mills! :)
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