Dog-Ma

My mom finally got me a dog. After all these years of begging and pleading. She finally gave in and got me a dog. Her co-worker/friend's son bought a dog a year ago and it turns out she was allergic to it. The dog spent most of it's time in a garage and she felt sorry for it. So she decided on giving it away to someone who could care for it better. Me being Jimmy on the spot, asked my mom whether we could adopt it and to my surprise she agreed. The dog's name is "Muffin" and it's a "HE". As much as I loathe cutesy names for dogs (especially male dogs), the dog answers to the name and I don't have the heart to give it my identities of choice such as "Dag" or "Raff". Raff the cocker spaniel. That would have had a nice ring to it. I've always wanted either a rottweiler, golden retriever, labrador, or a husky but at the same time I always said I would rescue a dog from a shelter. Muffin isn't from a shelter but I have a chance to give him a better home. He's been here 1 day and so far he's pissed on the carpet twice and shat in the basement once, and I couldn't be happier with him. I just hope he'll be happy here with me. Watch out world, Jake now has his own sidekick.

(Cue onslaught of blogments about my dog's cutesy name.)