I had a german shepard once. The boy I was with at the time would say it was his, but it was mine too. The puppy's name was Bo. The boy and I got in a fight about spelling it "Beau, or bo." Well, I can guess you can tell who won that fight. Bo lived in a very small apartment in the gut of north Philadelphia.

One day me and Bo played Army and I think he liked it. For some reason I had some camo stuff from work and the boy being the boy he was had a lot of earth colored clothes. I even found an army green patch. I couldn't use my camouflage underwear because Bo had eaten them and then thrown them back up. Or pooped them back out. I don't want to know which.


He loved me I think. I loved him I think.
I don't know where he is now. I like to think he's a police dog.
Police said they were interested in him. I hope that wasn't a lie I was told. I hope it wasn't my fault we had to get rid of him. Bo, wherever you are, you fuckin little shit, I miss you.