Dear Tyson,

Dear my big talker,

I remember when I first meet you when you didn’t belong to me and I wanted you and you wanted me. Your history was very sad; you were on your third owner since you were born. You had no idea why you were hit over the head because you talked and showed your teeth when you were happy and always told you were a very bad dog but thankfully your old owner did the best thing they ever did took you away from them and then we meet.

It took me 3 years to fix you and teach you what a kind person I was and I would never hurt you nor would anyone else and you weren’t even mine yet.

You came over when I use to live next door to play with your old playmate Sam, who helped me work with you. When Sam died of old age you were sad and wanted to help heal me by taking his place but you were not aloud to have me yet so your old owners told me.

Things looked up when you got a little sick one day and your old owners said yes I could have you, as they no longer wanted you because you got a cold and they didn’t want to you to give it to their children.

Now 6 months later you live like a king and are allowed to talk as much as you like and smile showing your teeth when ever you want, follow me around like your my personal body guard come to work with me twice a week. You even have a k.9 brother who you play with everyday, 2 cats to hang out with one who likes steal your beds but don’t worry your mummy is always happy to move her for you. I know you love your food that’s how you got over weight with your last owners and I know its not your fault and its your lab telling you that your always hungry (laugh) so big baby can I ask you one thing…

PLEASE DON’T WAKE ME UP AT 6.30AM ON THE DOT EVERY MORNING ASKING FOR BREAKFAST BECAUSE YOUR TUMMY IS WORRYING YOU.


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