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I was going to do Transformers today, then I turned around to flip on the light in the office and fwammo there was my puppy dog, being all cute and shit. Sometimes he smells funny but I love him anyways.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for a True Story. I lived in an apartment before landing a house with a fenced in backyard, so I spent some time really missing having a greyhound around. Adopting my dog was one of the first things I did when I moved in to my current address (I used the apartment's safety deposit return to pay for his adoption fee). I went online to look at the dogs that were available for adoption. Of course, you want to adopt all of them immediately, and I didn't really know what I was looking for. For some reason, I honed in on the only dog that didn't have a picture, and his personality profile was still pretty thin. What I noticed first was his color, red fawn, which is pretty gosh darn close to the color of our first greyhound. I think my parents had a pool going on what color greyhound I'd adopt, and they guessed right.
Anyways, the second thing about him? His track name is Arctic Blitz. He shares half a name with Blitzwing. I shit you not, this is the majority of the reason I requested to meet this dog. I mean come on, his name is BLITZ how awesome is that. I don't remember a damn thing about the people that fostered him, and brought him to my house. The feeling that he belonged with me wasn't as strong as when my family saw our first greyhound for the first time (which is another story for another time), but within ten minutes he was glued to my side. There was no need to think on it and have other dogs visit. Blitz was staying, and that was that.
The reason his profile didn't have a picture? Even at nearly two years old, he still had puppy fuzz on his neck, and they said he looked like a doofy lion. He still has a wacky mohawk on most days, but no more puppy fuzz. He's a complete dink, eats his own poop, runs from the vacuum and has ripped multiple holes in the brand new comforter I bought this summer. But he's the best goddamn dog in the world, and when I turn around and see him all passed out in the middle of the floor, it just melts my heart. He's happy, he's safe, and fuck me I'm gonna go cry now and hug my puppy.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for a True Story. I lived in an apartment before landing a house with a fenced in backyard, so I spent some time really missing having a greyhound around. Adopting my dog was one of the first things I did when I moved in to my current address (I used the apartment's safety deposit return to pay for his adoption fee). I went online to look at the dogs that were available for adoption. Of course, you want to adopt all of them immediately, and I didn't really know what I was looking for. For some reason, I honed in on the only dog that didn't have a picture, and his personality profile was still pretty thin. What I noticed first was his color, red fawn, which is pretty gosh darn close to the color of our first greyhound. I think my parents had a pool going on what color greyhound I'd adopt, and they guessed right.
Anyways, the second thing about him? His track name is Arctic Blitz. He shares half a name with Blitzwing. I shit you not, this is the majority of the reason I requested to meet this dog. I mean come on, his name is BLITZ how awesome is that. I don't remember a damn thing about the people that fostered him, and brought him to my house. The feeling that he belonged with me wasn't as strong as when my family saw our first greyhound for the first time (which is another story for another time), but within ten minutes he was glued to my side. There was no need to think on it and have other dogs visit. Blitz was staying, and that was that.
The reason his profile didn't have a picture? Even at nearly two years old, he still had puppy fuzz on his neck, and they said he looked like a doofy lion. He still has a wacky mohawk on most days, but no more puppy fuzz. He's a complete dink, eats his own poop, runs from the vacuum and has ripped multiple holes in the brand new comforter I bought this summer. But he's the best goddamn dog in the world, and when I turn around and see him all passed out in the middle of the floor, it just melts my heart. He's happy, he's safe, and fuck me I'm gonna go cry now and hug my puppy.