Got this one during my
senior year of High School. Came into class one morning and started
sketching as was my wont when I looked up to see several of my female
friends standing around me. Naturally, I ask what they needed and
they proceeded to tell me about this great dog they'd found wandering
about the previous weekend. Unfortunately, no one was going to be
able to keep him, so they'd been asking around to see if anyone they
knew could take him in.
Clearly, they knew a soft
touch when they saw him.
Succumbing to my weakness
for cute girls and puppies I went home promising to see what I could
do. It took some doing, but I finally wheedled my dad into letting
me bring him home. And so, the next afternoon, Luna took me over to
the other girl's house so I could pick him up. Once home, and broken
of a nasty chewing habit (he was up to 5 hands a day), he's proven
to be a good boy.
Good boy!
I'm sure gonna miss him
when he's gone.
