I have been Dad's best friend for as long as I can remember. Thinking back, we met outside a pet store a long time ago. I was not sure about him, but he told me he would take care of me and for some reason I believed him.
We used to go on walks a lot and we even had plans to go on journeys together. He told me that we could go out and drive somewhere (I love car rides) and explore the new area. Think of all the new smells! He said we could spend the night in his car (camping he called it) before we headed home. I mostly just was looking forward to spending time with him. Afterall, he is the Dad.
Unfortunately, something happened a couple of years ago. Dad was always tired. Our walks got shorter and less frequent. He stopped talking about car camping trips.
He does his best to take care of me like he said he would. He does say he is sorry about not being able to go on walks all the time. And I know that if he could he would go back to the way things were. But, as his pupper, I know it is my job now to take care of him.
After all we are best friends. That means Wade is the best and Dad is his friend.
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