Quantumcat
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Well, really she was my parents' dog. She was a big gorgeous grey Briard. Dad called this morning and said she had a heart attack while playing with Mum and Booboo (a 1-year-old tibetan mastiff), they rushed her to the vet who tried to recussitate her but failed.
We got her when I was about twelve, she was about three years old then. I am lucky that I went home for dad's birthday only two weekends ago so I got to see her before she went.
Anyway, she was about fifteen so I guess it was her time to go. As much as I don't like smelly dogs my own Phoebe had a special place in my heart and I am very sad that she's gone now :-(
Booboo has freaky eyes and looks like he's going to bite you at any second and I really don't like him! Don't ever anybody get a tibetan mastiff, they are really really guardy and growly and just generally scary.
We got her when I was about twelve, she was about three years old then. I am lucky that I went home for dad's birthday only two weekends ago so I got to see her before she went.
Anyway, she was about fifteen so I guess it was her time to go. As much as I don't like smelly dogs my own Phoebe had a special place in my heart and I am very sad that she's gone now :-(
Booboo has freaky eyes and looks like he's going to bite you at any second and I really don't like him! Don't ever anybody get a tibetan mastiff, they are really really guardy and growly and just generally scary.