a lil doodle of my ultimate dreamie, the Burmese mountain dog
I don't like it cause it's pretty and cute;
my grandma used to have a couple as a next door neighbor, and they had a puppy named Ruxin, and he was a BMD
I watched him grow up, from a little pup romping through the snow, all paws and ears, to a handsome dog, eager to please and sit on my feet. He was soft and adorable, and I loved him dearly. But then suddenly, they moved away. I didn't get to say goodbye to him, and to this day and I'm still very upset, but I know he's happy and loved in his home still.
So here's to you Ruxin my boy <3 may your future hold many doggie biscuits and chew toys
one day I will somehow achieve my dreamie, and his name will take after Ruxin; he will never be for trade, I can tell y'all that right now