the man in my life…
meet rocky.
he’s named after the boyfriend of my friend who is a dog lover and persuaded me to get one. i originally named him void pointer after the most powerful data type in the known world, void (if you’ll argue that void is not a data type, read this) but that seemed too geeky for such a cutie. i know i’ve made an earlier comment about dog’s neediness and picking up after them. however when i saw his face peering through the space between the bars of his cage, i fell smitten in love with him. though i later found out that he’s a he, i don’t mind his gender nor his sexual preference 
. his cute little face begging me to take him home.
he’s a 2 month old chow-chow, pure bred. right after rocky got into my apartment, he pooped at the door. of course i picked it up and i didn’t really mind. he’s now in his cage resting, he likes it there. i keep the cage open so if he wants to wander around the apartment. i’ve blocked my calendar coinciding with his vet and grooming schedules. i have all my shoes and bags at the second floor away from chewing machine rocky. hopefully he’ll stop chewing on the cable; i’m afraid he’ll get electrocuted with the power cords. i’m now looking for a good vet and dog spas near my place. anything for rocky…
by the way, if you know a good dog whisperer, do send me a shout out.
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