Title: Celebratory Snoopy Dance
Author: Evil Little Dog
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.
Summary: Charlie Brown remembers his childhood and mostly Snoopy.
Warnings: Future fic. Monologue.
"It's simple.
"No, wait, dogs are simple. They love you. They want to be loved in return and will do anything for that attention.
"They see you happy, they get happy, too.
"When I was a kid, I had a dog. His name was Snoopy. He didn't act like a lot of dogs. It was like he had this life of his own. Oh, he'd meet me after school like dogs do and he'd get excited at suppertime. And he'd try to cheer me up when I was feeling blue.
"He didn't get a lot of chances to celebrate with me. I had a good childhood but I wasn't really a happy kid. Snoopy didn't care about that. He did whatever he could to be a good dog. He stuck up for me.
"I've never met another dog like him. I don't think I ever will. He was one of a kind, from his dog house full of collectibles to his daydreams to the fact he loved me. And, in a way, his love made me the man I am today.
"So thanks, Snoopy. I appreciate it."
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