He had the biggest personality a dog, large or small, could have. He was a force of nature. Everyone he ever met was touched (or bit) by him, and remembers him still. He was one of a kind and the world won't be the same without him.
Last night I thought mom was killing Brownie. She had her wrapped in a blanket and was torturing her and she was screaming louder than I've ever heard anything. I was so scared I pooed on the couch and then ran and hid in my bed barking. It turns out she was cutting her nails. It was super scary.
I had to go to the vet today after I fell down during breakfast. They said I had a seizure. I was just laying on the ground and I peed on myself and even made a little poo. The doctor didn't know what was wrong but when I got home I got to eat half a can of brand new dog food with some pills in it that made me sleepy. So now I'm just taking it easy.