Monday, December 8, 2008

Man's Best Friend

So, about 3 months ago, the Mrs. and I “adopted” a dog. Ok, the dog really belonged to my wife, but had been living at her parents’ house the last 8 years (they got it for her when she was a freshman . . . in college, not high school).

Phoebe (aka Pheebers) is a Brussels Griffon, and although if you had asked me a year ago if there would be a dog in my house, I would have said a resounding “HECK NO!” she has slowly, but surely melted away my cold, icy heart (that is one long run-on sentence). According to Wikipedia, “Griffons tend to bond with one human more than others,” and my wife will reluctantly admit that person is me. I was also glad to see the Wikipedia entry mention the fact they bear a strong resemblance to a certain species in the Star Wars galaxy.

Anyways, I was bored last night, and made another short film with Pheebes. The wife and I had to leave her with her “grandparents” (aka the wife’s parents) this weekend, and when she returned to us, she was happy to see me . . .

PS - I know I’m removing the black veil of secrecy over my identity. Please internet world, don’t steal it.

1 comment:

Brown.Johnson said...

i now know who you are and will track you down and throw a cherry pie in your face...ah ah ah. <-- laugh like an 80's computer voice would.