My Tofu.

My dog, My Tofu, My Pet
You look so angry,
Everyone else should be wary,
Your eyes look fiery,
i cant rhyme any more.

This is lame, I'm no poet

See here on my left is the reason why i am moving. Nobody want us anymore, we are unwanted.

She, is a she, doesn't look that angry all the time, she frowns when you frown though. Now the picture on the right is when she looks petrified, she is a shy shy dog. She is only 5 months old though, and she's a tad fat.

On the top picture is how she sleep, on an afternoon nap. She will fumble-jumble herself and doze off. How uncomfortable is that. Well, whatever makes her happy.

Peace out.