
Jeff (or Jeffery) is 12 weeks old. He’s a virgo, and he’s into balls. All types. He’s half golden retriever and half poodle. (Yes there is a name for this breed, but it’s embarrassing to say out loud). His friends like him for his sense of humor, and he spends most of his free time home on the couch.
Go ahead. Start blasting me about how tied down I’ll be with a dog. I know I travel. I know I’m spontaneous in the evenings. I know I work a lot. I know I’m barely potty trained myself.


But you tell me how I can come home to this and stay in a bad mood.


Also, I just bought a condo, and this park is my new backyard. How can I not have a dog?
Finally, Jeff is a source of inspiration for my blog. His comedic timing is impecable. On Friday I asked him where he’d rather sleep than next to me. This was his response.







11/22/2010
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