Freddy was my mom's 10 year old pound puppy. He was a mean bow-legged cha-wa-wa (that's how the word should be spelled).
Freddy spent his years barking, biting and barking. He passed away on Sunday night after his little mean heart failed.
Whenever I visited my mother's house Freddy would always cuddle up next to me. I will always remember those few sweet moments we had together.
R.I.P. Freddy- try not to bite at God's hands while you're up there.