Hmm, thats an easy one...you know those songs that you like? Yeah, use those ones genious.
We had a dog named Fritz, but he died. We cremated him and he's in a small box in the kitchen, in fact he's right behind me on a shelf next to a bronze apple award my mom won for volunteering at my grade school. I thinks its kinda creepy, but my mom doesn't have the heart to bury the little fellow. Fritz was a weiner dog, but one of the big hairy kinds, he smelled like cheese, somehow that was related to an ear infection that he got from my dad throwing him in our swimming pool. He was a good dog. Good dog Fritzy, good boy.