doggie.

this is Bones.

his real name is Conan (named partly after my love for Conan O'Brien and partly for a loose translation into Mandarin Gou-Nan meaning male dog) but after one of the funniest Conan O'Brien skits i've ever seen, he was then called ConeBone...then Bones.

i adopted him when back in 2002 when he was 9 mos old (13 y/o in people years). he was majorly neglected as a child and barely even knew how to walk up a step when i first got him. after years of love and care, along with a few dog training lessons to socialize him, he's probably at his best at the ripe old age of 8 years old orso his last doggy socializing class teacher said. she said the other option for him is doggy anxiety meds...he's a little skiddish. i refuse to medicate my dog who has no idea there's anything wrong with him. everyone's reality is different and i'm gonna let his be neurotic. i love him regardless.

anyway, he's been shuffled from my respective places to my parents' home for the past 7 years, depending on if i could have a pet. for the mostpart, i couldn't, so for the mostpart he lived with my parents.

recently, my parents split and Bones was left with my dad. my dad feeds him and lets him out, but doesn't pet him or give him the affection he's used to having.

so i've resolved to make Bones a permanent fixture on my life, starting next year when my lease is up.

i'm very excited because he's an awesome little guy and although it's not easy to have a dog in the city, especially with a dog who refuses to walk on a leash, i'll make sure to live in a place that will accept both of us with open arms.

i love him so much and he's been around for so many different phases in my life, that i feel he's my old man. my old grandpa-looking sugar daddy. just instead of showering me with gifts, he showers me with fur....pug fur.