01-08-2009, 04:05 AM
Brandon pulled his truck into a parking lot for a rundown-looking Vet's Office, in a strip center. He didn't even notice there was a Tattoo parlor a few spots down. This man did what he did for the love of the animals. He didn't have a big, fancy office in a nice neighborhood. If the owner couldn't afford it right away, he'd set up a line of credit for them until they could pay him off. As long as an animal was in need of medical attention, he would do everything he could to help him.
"Alright, Bliz, c'mon." Brandon said, as he helped him out of his truck. He bled a little on his seat, but he didn't care.
"Alright, Bliz, c'mon." Brandon said, as he helped him out of his truck. He bled a little on his seat, but he didn't care.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
