Is it so wrong me to want a new pet so soon after losing a dog that held a truly special place in my life? On one hand I feel it is. On the other, I look at the picture of Mr. Billingsley (above) and just feel that he is the dog for me. Captain's hat? Check. Sad rubbery face? Check. Cigar? Check. Smells like a pint of old urine and old man? Check. And while I don't know this for certain, I would also imagine that his exercise regimen (none) is very similar to mine.
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