I bought a dog when I first got married a cute little beagle that my wife picked out.

No matter how many times you walked him that dog always save something for the house.

Wife kept complaining about him so one day took him to the dog pound made a donation and told the guy to gas the fuck.

That was the last time I ever had a pet.

Except for my gold fish I named jimmy the fish as a kid.

One day he was floating on his back in the water. I said Ma something is wrong with Jimmy. She said bang on uncle joes door. I did told unck something is wrong. He comes in see's Jimmy and takes him into the toilet. He comes out without jimmy. I said where!s jimmy. He tells me jimmy's dead and I buried him at sea.

True story that happened 70 yrs ago when I was 5.