Monday, September 2, 2013

24. George


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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