That best freind would be my dog, Yoda. She has been my best freind for almost 16 years now. We have been through alot together. She's been there for me through my Ulcerative Colitis. I've been there for her through 3 cancer surgeries. It hasn't all been bad. In fact, most has been very good. She's a metal dog, I taught her to mosh as a puppy. I mean full on bodycheck. Messed with people's minds when I'd start bouncing and yell "Yoda, Mosh!!" and she'd do her level best to knock me down.
When she was a puppy we lived on the californian central coast. I was a surfer and a stoner. Damn dog loved getting stoned. I had to hide my stash somewhere high and sturdy, or she'd sniff it out and eat it. I rented a longboard once and took her surfing. She loved it. Big goofy doggy grin, tail wagging so fast you almost couldn't see it. Tourists on the beach took all kinds of pictures. It was great til the dolphins joined us and the furry idiot dove off the board to chase them.
She loved bubbles. Damn dog would get retarded for bubbles. Fences, carport supports, cars, other dogs, nothing was allowed to get between Yoda and her bubbles.
I'm too depressed to write much more. I love my dog, and she's dying. Not much else to say.
