I have been meaning to post some things the last couple of days but there has been a uproar here at the Ranch. Well, less of a ‘roar’ and more of an “Arf.”
One of my roomies got a new puppy.
He’s seven weeks-old and has seperation anxiety everytime I and my ankles leave the room. He is currently bonding with my Right ankle right now (“bonding” being code for “gnawing”). Luckily his teeth haven’t come in yet…OW! SHIT!
Luckily most of his teeth haven’t come in yet.
Hold on, I think I need to rip a page out of Donald Rumsfeld’s playbook.
There, that’s a little better.
Oh, all right. I’ll let the little guy back out.
His name is “Troy,” by the way. He is named after the Pittsburgh Steeler’s Troy Polamalu. He certainly has some of the same traits: He is surprisingly quick on his feet, he is relentless in his pursuit, and he is viscious in his attack. Plus, chicks dig him.
My roommates have already suggested that I take him to the park to pick up girls. What’s a better babe magnet than a cute puppy, they ask? I dunno, how about a cute puppy and a cast– like the one I am going to need after the doctors sew my Achilles Tendon back on.
Oh yeah, he has one brown eye and one blue eye. How cute is that?
Unbearably, that’s how cute.
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October 18, 2007 at 8:07 am
adorable. Really.
October 18, 2007 at 9:00 am
Even when he woke me up at an ungodly hour this morning and started to chew what’s left of my hair out.
Damn his incredible cuteness.