My buddy boy.
English Cocker Spaniel. Was born around President’s Day so he’s named
after Washington. Or Bush, not sure.
He’s a pain in the ass. He pees on stuff. He hates little kids. His breath smells like a dumpster. Every moment of his life is the most intense
experience he’s ever had. He sits on the
back of the couch all day like a vulture staring out the window waiting for the
mailman. He’s nuts. On Sundays, it’s kind of sad, but funny.
I guess I love him, I don’t know. He’s been getting by on his looks for a while
now. Look at that face. Plus he loves me with his whole damn heart,
and I’m a jerk sometimes too.
Drawing is okay, not bad, but I don’t think I really
captured the essence of his doginess - so I later made amends to Georgie.
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