The Death of Otto
My dog otto just died, he was 7 years old and almost two hundred pounds. He was what the vet called a "coffee table" dog, but he was a sweet heart. As a puppy his little german shepard butt would run around like crazy. Once we got him castrated he began to gain weight. We knew he was sick when he wouldn't leave from under the deck, and he hadn't
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R.I.P. Otto
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