So I don't know what to say... actually I do. I want a dog. Not a mean, biting, crazy, barking one like the one my family has, but a nice one like Harley. He's my aunt's dog and he doesn't attack my friends. The first person that gets me a dog like this can a have a whole life supply of Dr. Pepper (or Cherry Coke, Mt. Dew, whatever).
This picture was on Tahnksgiving weekend when Harley was laying on my bed. Yes that's right... he can be in my room and not eat everything I own (like my family's dog).
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