Tango was a friend. She was my friend. My moms friend fostered dogs from the 3 little Pitties all breed Rescue. I took her to my house nearly every day so that I could train her new tricks take her on walks and she fallowed me around the house and loved me. then... my dad got the call she was being adopted by a family. who has a first grader at my school this was my last day with her. I took her to the park and I gave her her last hug and returned her to her foster family. She was gone. the nixed day I stayed in my bed longer then I normally had been and cried for tango. and I have never seen her sense. and I still cry about her sometimes. (Make sure to click that blue link up there too this is a remix.)
