
I just dont remember being so buff, or white. Why am i white?
It seems Lance and Xion felt like pulling a little holiday prank, wonder how long it'll take to wear off.
It seems Lance and Xion felt like pulling a little holiday prank, wonder how long it'll take to wear off.
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Oh, I know. I actually had one as a friend back in 1996.
It was a white German Shepherd stray that was wild, but would visit the house where I stayed at in Missouri. It didn't have a collar or anything, just came up out of the woods looking for food. We gave it some food. It got along fine with the dogs that were at the house as pets, and so we sort of adopted him. The family called him Casper. He remained wild, though. He rarely came inside and would take off for days at a time. I have fond memories of going hiking on the trails with Casper. I wish I had a photo of him.
One of my favorite memories is when we were walking one day and he shot off into the woods. I would stop and wait for him to return, as he would bolt off to chase a rabbit or something. I'd always see him come trotting back. However, he didn't reappear. I stood and waited for a few minutes. Eventually, I began to worry and became restless. At some point, I turned around to look around and there he was, just sitting patiently behind me on the other side of the trail, being quiet. He had snuck back behind me by going under a drainage ditch up ahead. He looked up at me like, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!" I just laughed and knew he did that to me on purpose, very clever and playful pup.
It was a white German Shepherd stray that was wild, but would visit the house where I stayed at in Missouri. It didn't have a collar or anything, just came up out of the woods looking for food. We gave it some food. It got along fine with the dogs that were at the house as pets, and so we sort of adopted him. The family called him Casper. He remained wild, though. He rarely came inside and would take off for days at a time. I have fond memories of going hiking on the trails with Casper. I wish I had a photo of him.
One of my favorite memories is when we were walking one day and he shot off into the woods. I would stop and wait for him to return, as he would bolt off to chase a rabbit or something. I'd always see him come trotting back. However, he didn't reappear. I stood and waited for a few minutes. Eventually, I began to worry and became restless. At some point, I turned around to look around and there he was, just sitting patiently behind me on the other side of the trail, being quiet. He had snuck back behind me by going under a drainage ditch up ahead. He looked up at me like, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!" I just laughed and knew he did that to me on purpose, very clever and playful pup.
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