A Dog for Sharon

I really want a dog, and I just can't stop thinking about it lately. I've wanted one for a long time, but have been feeling responsible by putting off the responsibility of owning my own pet.

Well, I already have Hampton the Fire-bellied toad, of course--But let's face it, ever since Mary Lou escaped to her death, he just hasn't been the same. I try to take him on walks, but he refuses his tiny leash. I tell him to go for a scenic drive, but his eyes just don't sparkle when he drives his mini mustang anymore. He refuses to wear any clothes whatsoever. Even when we play frisbee in the park, he just lets the frisbee land right on top of him.

Hopefully getting us a dog would lift his spirits. The romance wouldn't be there like it was with Mary Lou (slut) of course, but at least it would get him out of the terrarium once in a while.

I want to get a small dog, because I know there's no way Hampton would be able to control a larger dog if he decides to walk it himself. Also, I want a little snuggle buddy--one that I don't have to worry about smooshing, stepping on, or finding dried up like frog jerky if he leaves the terrarium. Not that I would keep the dog in the terrarium. Well, it's a nice place. There's a tiny pool and a rock wall that provides fantastic hiding places. I just think that Hampton would appreciate his own space as he continues to mourn Mary Lou.

And it doesn't have to be a full bred dog. I, myself, am not full bred. So since I'm not a hypocrite, I will insist on finding a dog that is half white and half Puerto Rican like myself.

So does anyone know where I can find a small, half white/half puerto rican dog that is frog-friendly and well hydrated? Oh and any knowledge of Adobe Photoshop would be a huge plus.

What do you notice?

Allow me to introduce you to a member of my family. Below is a picture of my sister's dog Rope. He was named after a Longhorn bull my grandfather had when we were little. He's never met a piece of food he didn't want to eat or a person he didn't want to meet. He's extremely loveable, that is, unless you're our other dog Bailey. Then he wants to kill you.

But do you see below what a great, well-trained dog he is?

The best part is the trail that follows him. It's as if he doesn't realize that he's peeing. But in his defense, my dad had just given Rope half a beer without my sister knowing. Can you blame a guy for "breaking the seal?"

Sigh...Oh, Rope, you're such a quiet drunk.