I want to move into a house next year here in Los Angeles. Why? Well, besides the obvious: having a garage, not having to deal with neighbors who, without fail, are smoking pot when I get home from work, and the whole laundry debacle, I need a nice home for THIS GUY because I am going to purchase his identical twin brother. He might be a year younger but they must be twins. I will name him Mr. Wiggles, Babe or this other spectacular name I have for a dog that I can’t remember right now.
Um, precious personified anyone? First off, he looks like a pig. Second, he hops. Third, I want to pick him up and let him sleep on my chest throughout the night. A quote I feel is so appropriate regarding my love for dogs:
“I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.” Audrey Hepburn