My roommate Courtney and I came home from E-Mart last night to find a teeny-tiny, adorable puppy in our apartment, yapping at us as though we didn't belong in our own house. Our roommate, Jake, found him running down the street last night with a collar, a leash, and no owner to account for the cutie. So Jake brought him home and now we have a puppy!
We haven't decided on a name for him yet. He's definitely a "purse dog" because he smells like perfume and he only eats his food if you feed it to him by hand, so we considered naming him "Miss Thang" or "Mr. Priss" (he's turning out to be
very high maintenance). He also has a chronic humping problem (it would be a lie if I said he humps anything that moves; he humps anything that
doesn't move, as well), so we thought maybe we should name him accordingly, but concluded that it might not be appropriate. The name is still being debated, so if you have any suggestions, you know where to leave 'em.
And, of course, I couldn't talk about this crazy-cute puppy if I didn't post pictures, right? (The pictures are a little blurry because he doesn't like holding still for more than a second.)
Devil Dog
Some sweet lovin'
It feels great to do some good in the world. We undoubtedly saved this poor pup from the soup pot.
