Billy arrived home one day and was blessed to meet a new ally in his war against the neighborhood wildlife. And by wildlife, he meant a single raccoon. This new ally was a Shih Tzu named Chewbacca.
OH MY GOD! FINALLY! Chewbacca’s story is one yarn worth spinning. I have been dying to tell this part of the tale.
Billy’s story=garbage.
Chewbacca’s story=pure joy.
Look at him. I know they put a photo of him in the story. Just look and you will understand my joy.
Upon meeting Chewbacca Billy said, “Hey you’re a really cool looking dog.” And Chewy said “Bark Sounds.” I think it’s totally fair to say that Chewy liked Billy the best of anyone in his family. Is this particular fact beginning to bring clarity to the Chewy's greatness? No one in their right mind would like Billy the best. I mean you've read the other stories. At least I hope you have, my narration contract is based on readership. So, this would be all for nothing if no one has been reading these tales. Anyhow, Billy and Chewy would go on walks and play with squeaky balls and do everything that dogs really like. Pure joy.
Billy taught Chewy how to take a really good nap; the perfect place, temperature, and time of day. For once this is a story worth telling. I know I said it before, but I must repeat it because it is true.
When the dynamic duo of man and canine would go for walks the other animals in the neighborhood stopped messing with Billy. They left the pair alone not because Chewy was an intimidating animal, but because he was pure joy. No one dared mess with that. Man’s best friend indeed.
Chewy had white fur with patches of black. That fur was soft and made him look rather like a mop. Chewy’s style was a perfect match for Billy’s blond mop head hairdo. You see, dogs are color blind so it probably also looked white to match his best friend.
How adorable is that? Billy is finally likable. I mean, the dog has almost convinced me to sign on to narrate more stories for the fellow.
The pair had a similar personality too. Chewy liked to lay around all day, just like Billy. They took naps, played, and went for walks. Life was good.
One day Billy and Chewy were watching T.V. during the catfight club and the little fella began barking at them to stop. They both ran outside and there he was! Jake the Raccoon! Billy said, “AHHHHHH.” As we know, Billy is a ridiculous human being, so now I must tell you that the Raccoon had been lifting weights and looked like he was in great shape. We are back to Billy’s overactive imagination, but because of Chewy, I will gladly put up with it.
With one great bark, Chewy scared Jake off. Billy had never been so proud of Chewy. They went back in the house and Billy gave Chewy his favorite treat and they hoped they’d never have to see Jake the Raccoon again. Last Billy had heard, Jake was moving to Cleveland. That's random but okay. No more enemy in Jake, just a friend in Chewy. A story worth telling.
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