IcyColdCoke wrote:Yeah >:C They better..
But we're not sure if he did it purposely or not. But the way it happened it seemed as if.
We would sew him but we're not 100% he did it or not. And beside's, he was driving a small
sized Four wheeler, How the hell can you hit a dog on a four wheeler when it's easy to just
slow down, and stop, And by the size of that Four wheeler he was riding I'm sure he
would've seen her. Then there's rumor's of him being part of Dog Fight's. So from now
when Masey (My dog) Is fixed up we're going to keep her locked up more after
that.

♥~Believe in Miracles~♥Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
IcyColdCoke wrote:Thing's.. Crossed.. The line. Some ideot ran over my dog becuase she's a Pitbull/Boxer.
They are fricken going to pay for the stich's. Right now she's in my sister's room wrapped in blanket's. Her back
leg is wrapped up, but we're letting her sleep, so she has more energry to go to the vet in the morning. She's okay,
it's just her one let has a huge cut.

♥~Believe in Miracles~♥Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.


♥~Believe in Miracles~♥Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
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