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Bro, I have a cat, right? Like, like, she's pregnant and shit, but bro, I don't want more kittens, bro. Like, how the fuck did she get pregnant? Like, in one second, right? I hear her scream out in the backyard and boom, bro comes back home rolling all over the dang carpet, bro. But, like, for real, like, that dog look hella cute, bro. I wish I had me a dog, but, you know, my cat's the best I have, so, yeah.
I don't have a dog, I wish I did, um, hopefully when me and Jose buy a house we'll get a dog, but I kind of want a Chizu, un peluito, or like a Yorkie, and I want to name it Oreo.
Oh, that's so cool. Actually, my dog, Daddy, he was raised by a teacup Yorkie. Man, she was so ornery. People used to always want to love on her because she was small and tiny. But she was actually the meanest one out of both the dogs. Like, the big one was the lover. She was the biter. Yeah, but that's cute. I love little Yorkies. She lived to be 23 years old.