A little bit about myself...
I am 21 years old.
I graduated a semester early from NYU in December 2008.
When I made the decision to graduate early, I thought I would be looking for jobs with less people around me doing the same.
I am still unemployed.
Therefore, I will now blog about my exciting life to pass the time:
My mom wants me to come back home to Baltimore tomorrow to see her new puppy. Her name is Honey and according to my sister's Facebook comments you spell her name beginning with the letters O.M.G. Sure she's a month old, barely the size of a normal person's hand, and probably adorable in every sense... but she's a teacup chihuahua! This goes against every dog we've gotten in the history of our family.
Our first dog was a black cocker spaniel named Jake. I must have been in pre-school when we got him so I don't even remember if he went to doggie heaven or if my parents gave him away. My only lasting memory of Jake goes like this:
Mommy comes home from the store with developed pictures of Jake. I grab them and run outside to show him. He seems disinterested and continues barking vigorously like he usually did.
Interesting I know.
After Jake disappeared from my memory, my parents brought home a Yorkie named Bao Bei (which means baby in Chinese or something). He ran away a few times but would always come back clawing on the front door by night time. This one time though, he never came back. My sister put up flyers all throughout our neighborhood and we spent a few nights by the telephone. A week or two later I was getting ready to join my last place baseball team when our parents surprised us by driving us to a house relatively close by. Apparently, this little girl found Bao Bei and the dad let her keep him until they could find the owners. In the end, I felt pretty bad for taking our dog back because the girl seemed pretty attached to him. Sad thing is that my parents decided to give him away to another family during his much later years. After a few weeks with his new family, Bao Bei ran away but never came back scratching on anyone's front door.
My dad decided it would be smart to build a fence enclosing our backyard after Bao Bei ran away for the 123,456,789th time. Then we took a visit to the local animal shelter and fell in love with a beautiful German Shepherd who carried a simple name: Sheppy. He was our most loyal, loving dog we've ever had. He always wanted to play and had more energy than our entire family combined. He made me a better basketball player by forcing me to rebound all my shots and dribble around him because if he got a nose or paw on the ball, I'd need to get a new one. It took him seconds to leave bite marks in basketballs and just a few minutes to deflate them completely.
He didn't quite make the cut for Air Bud, but I heard that Hollywood dogs are complete sell outs anyway and Sheppy never compromised his German Shepherd integrity. Case in point: my family goes to Taiwan to visit relatives and when we come back my uncle tells us that Sheppy hunted down and killed 5 rabbits in the backyard. We were gone for 3 weeks and we've never seen him do anything like that before. I guess he got bored.
By the time we moved into our new home, Sheppy was getting up there in age. His hind legs weren't as strong and he was hesitant to climb up stairs for fear of falling down.
My parents picked me up from school one day and we drove back in the usual silence understood between a teenager and their parents. When we got home I saw Sheppy barking at what looked like a stray animal that made its way into our garage. Sheppy looked like he could've jumped over the gate separating him from this animal, but he was at the point where his legs and hips were becoming weak.
I soon realized that what Sheppy was barking at was a dog tied up to a pole in the middle of the garage. Earlier in the day, my parents went to the same local animal shelter where we got Sheppy and decided to bring home a puppy. He had a gray coat as a young'n but that color quickly turned to brown and black to match his cocker spaniel/rottweiler mixed breed.
Our new backyard was a half acre of grass seemingly made for Sheppy and Uni to lay and run around in. The two got along fine with the exception coming when Sheppy decided to use his size to bully Uni out of the way in order to eat both their food.
Uni was always hyper and loved to run circles around an aging Sheppy. When that became a bore he dug holes under the fence to get into our neighbor's field where their horses roamed. Instead of being trampled, Uni was fast enough to run around the hoofed animals and I guess smart enough to crawl back under the fence into his own yard.
Labels: cocker spaniel, german shepherd, rottweiler, teacup chihuahua, yorkie, yorkshire terrier
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will > dogs on a cuteness scale.
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