Every morning he would walk my mom to the garage when she went to go exercise. When I would come home from school, he would meet me as I got out of my truck, greeting me with bites and whines about how much he missed me while I was away. Camo was not one to lick. Instead, he would lightly bite to show his affection. His favorite things to play with, ever since he was a puppy, were leaves. He almost always had one or two in his mouth, frolicking around like he had just dug up huge bone. This dog meant more to me than words can describe. He was always there to make me feel better, no matter how much pain I felt. I would tell him how badly depressed I was or how bad of a day I had just had and he would always sit and listen to me rant my feelings to him. After I was finished telling him everything, he would give me a big kiss and a bite on my face, of course, his signature
Every morning he would walk my mom to the garage when she went to go exercise. When I would come home from school, he would meet me as I got out of my truck, greeting me with bites and whines about how much he missed me while I was away. Camo was not one to lick. Instead, he would lightly bite to show his affection. His favorite things to play with, ever since he was a puppy, were leaves. He almost always had one or two in his mouth, frolicking around like he had just dug up huge bone. This dog meant more to me than words can describe. He was always there to make me feel better, no matter how much pain I felt. I would tell him how badly depressed I was or how bad of a day I had just had and he would always sit and listen to me rant my feelings to him. After I was finished telling him everything, he would give me a big kiss and a bite on my face, of course, his signature