The good dog.

There once was a dog named Biscuit.

He was the best doggie around.

I was gonna attempt to write a poem but it didn't happen. Anyways, I had a dog named Biscuit. He probably wouldn't have been adopted but I was pretty traumatized by finding the dog we had before him after she'd been hit by a car, and everyone knows the best way to fix trauma is with a puppy. Biscuit was a runt with big paws and big ears that didn't match his then-tiny body. But he was absolutely adorable. 

Biscuit was a good dog simply because he was 'there.' He wasn't always the brightest tool in the shed (his multiple run-ins with cars were to blame for that, as well as a few too many instances of 'what happens when I eat this?!?'), but he was one the sweetest. He was the best breakup cuddler (and often times thought he was a lap dog). Anyways, he's gone on to the great doggie field in the sky, and we have a new dog named BatGirl, who honestly rivals Biscuit as 'best doggie,' but I have a soft spot for my little cutie who helped me heal my heart. <3