My Angsty, Self-Discovery Blog

Ah. Sweet is the life of a dog owner. Mostly. Although I swore I would never become one of those creepy people who talk about how their dogs have such attitudes and are just like little people, apparently I have been infected by this ghastly disease and I simply have to extricate myself from society apart from this delicious little blog. Prepare to read some creepiness.

Henry is the best dog. Ever. Although he might have been subject to illegal genetic mutation to exist in such a superior state, we will steer clear of the popo and live our lives in blissful companionship.

Although the first time I saw him I could see through his flee ridden, poop stained coat that he was a champion, he did have what I THOUGHT were flaws. But after a bath with outrageously EXPENSIVE flea shampoo I could see that my doubts were that of one with no faith. Sometimes when I would take him to the bathroom at 3am he would pee and then run away from me. For the first few nights I would chase him down and graciously stuff him back into his kennel. But eventually I thought, to heck with it. If he wants to sleep out here that's fine. So he went and ran away and I was ABOUT to go back inside when he ran around the yard and relieved himself TWO MORE TIMES!

I know. He is truly a champion among beasts.

Aside from the obvious aspects you would expect a future best in show dog, he has many other good qualities. He is not snobbish, even though you would expect such attitude from a canine lady killer, on the contrary, he is great with kids and cats alike.

The third day I had him I looked into the back yard to see him running in tighter and tighter circles around my siblings until they were all rounded up into the most manageable little bundle and I thought to myself, 'What did I do to deserve so many blessings?'