Some people make fun of Paul McCartney for writing a song about his damn dog and putting it on The White Album but based on the size of that fucker I’m guessing Paul didn’t have a goddam choice.
Just now I learned that Paul's sheepdog, Martha, outlived John Lennon, not dying herself until 1981 (age 15!). I love dogs but somehow that just seems depressing?
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