Andy.
Mom and Dad's Portuguese Water Dog. Their third child. Now, their only child. Their favorite child. The one who doesn't ask for complain or ask for lunch money. The one whose only wish is to go for a walk, whose only shopping spree involves the aisles of Pets and Pals. The one who has lives like a cat: he's survived a car accident on the Narrows Bridge, eating rat poison, jumping out of the car while driving on Borgen Blvd. in Gig Harbor, and being run over by a Honda Accord driven by an ex-nun. The one who keeps Mom company in the morning, and Dad company at night. The one who takes such good care of Viper. The one who sits in a chair like a person. The one who will jump in the first fountain, lake, or bathtub he sees.
The one who only needs to look at you with his big brown eyes, and he will get whatever he asks for.
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