Monday, July 11, 2011

His Name is David

And when I'm not hating him, I love him.

As you may or may not know, I have a dog. If you ask me what breed, I will tell you he is Cameroonian (just as I'm American?). I don't know what he is, all the dogs in this country, for the most part, look exactly the same, which, if I'm missing David is a bad thing, because whenever I see another dog I think of him and become more sad.

He is about 8 months old? Maybe more, I can't remember, I have only had him for the past 4 months. I abandoned him for 4 months at my old post-mates house while I was in transition.

He luckily still remembered me after me having been gone for those formative months of puppyhood.

I have dressed him up here in one of my tank tops. He had just finished chewing one of the arm areas up so I could no longer wear it, it is now his. I think he looks like Dabi (from Harry Potter, of course)

This post will be short and sweet cuz I don't got a lot to say here...he's a dog
He can sit when I tell him to
He will shake your hand if you say "SHAKE"

and he likes to eat everything...:(

I am a little horrified with myself. I don't feel exactly dirty right now, but feel just a tinge of pity for myself, I have become one of those dog people, oh gawd.

What follows are just more pictures of David being CUTE!

David found a little hole or wedge of space between the new building in my yard and the old wall, I'm not sure what he does in there, it's sort of weird.


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