Bossy the Bulldog
Man, I miss that dog!
Before we begin. And by we I mean myself and the official dog breeders who will inevitably blow up the comment section. I grew up being told Bossy was a bulldog. In recent years after doing some research into obtaining Bossy 2.0, I’m wondering if he was in reality a Boston Terrier. Perhaps he was a mix. The world will never know. Bossy died more than forty years ago so there it is.
When I die I can always find out and come back and haunt you if you’d like. Lemme know that in the comment section and I’ll see what I can do when the time comes.
Yes, I’m a psychic medium who believes in the afterlife. And I take requests. So there you go.
Moving on.
Bossy was the only BFF I’ve ever had. Wherever I went, short of school, there he was. He loved me like no other and defended me and protected me no matter what. He was loyal to the end. He slept at my feet unless we were cold then he’d curl up with me. I do believe he snored but hey, so did I. He didn’t complain so I didn’t snore shame him either. We very much lived and let live.
I was into long-distance biking and running. I was a jock in school. It gave me a reason to get out of The Crazy House and away from all of the crazy people that lived there. I believe they’re referred to as relatives. Bossy was one…
