i remember when my dog died when i was five, i would ask my grandma "where's loopy?" and she would tell me "oh he's playing in the rainbow" and point to the sky. that always made me wonder "what's so great about being in the rainbow? what about me? what kind of dog is too busy hanging out in the sky to play with me.
i'll pour some forty out for your dog
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