Monday, June 30, 2008
we now have a dog. A squat, slightly insane fox terrier with a black head and spots delightfuly christened Squitter by his previous owners. The same owners who dumped him at the pound because he didn't suit their lifestyle apparently. Squitter is great craic, humping your leg and shitting in the lounge room. (cue Amy Winehouse gag.... actually scratch that) Anyway the little guy is settling in well, scorning the $60 bed Lize bought him in favour of the couch in the back room. He also prefers ham off the bone to dogfood and howls like a recently bereaved coyote when we leave for work. Other hobbies include stealing Lize's knickers and farting. He and I are a well matched pair.