My Snoopy Doopy
There is so much to write about my snoopy. What can I say, he was literally perfect in all ways. It was Because of Snoopy that my love for animals grew. I know it sounds cliche, but whenever I was sad or angry, he was always there to make me feel better with his constant lovable energy. Snoopy loved to cuddle with me. As I am writing this, I close my eyes for a moment and hold the image of snoopy rubbing his face against mine, his way of asking for belly rubs. He always showed so much affection by giving out his Infamous sloppy kisses. Another way of showing affection was him coming close just to lay next to me and rest his head on my legs or feet.
Looking back, I remember every time I came home he would bark bossing me to give him a carrot. When my room door was closed and he wanted to come inside, he would literally lay in front of the door and scratch it until he was allowed in.
Snoopy would come to my room for what I called “sleep-overs”. Most times, I would sleep at the edge of the bed because snoopy took up majority of the space. I did not mind since he always looked adorable sleeping with his tongue out. The best part of coming home was him greeting us with happiness and love. I love you mi gordo.