WARNING: INTENSE CUTENESS SPAM AHEAD!
May cause seizures uncontrollable cooing
I just realized that I will be spamming this blog with pictures of puppy goodness at random times, so I might as well do some kind of puppy introduction post. So here it is. Let’s keep the chatter to a minimum so we can properly appreciate my boys. Keep in mind, I took these pictures from my phone, I am a terrible photographer and these guys need a bath desperately.With that said…I present to you, JAMIE AND ROCKY!
But hark, which is which I hear you ask! Well let’s do a quick puppy profile, so you can get to know these brats a bit better.
This handsome fellow is Rocky. He’s a Maltese (I think) and he is roughly 13 years old. That’s my guess anyway. None of us are really sure how old he is, although the guesses run anywhere between 12-15. He’s still an old fart though. He was raised by my step-dad years ago, before he and my mom met. Eventually Rocky was passed down to my step-sister and stayed there up until two years ago. They tried to sneak him, a pit bull and a cat into an apartment that didn’t allow pets. Needless to say they got caught and Rocky now has a hatred for his fellow four legged creatures. Since I was a young whippersnapper with no life, they entrusted him to me and now he is my baby.
Not to insult my step-sister, but they really didn’t take very good care of him. When he got here he was fat, lazy and kind of mean. He looked like he was ready to keel over and die. I put him on a strict diet and exercise regime, plus he and Jamie take their daily vitamins. I’m confident I gave him a few extra healthy years. He’s lost a lot of weight and seems to think he’s a puppy again. He loves to run around and play, and he will eat anytime, anywhere and anything. I’m not even exaggerating. Eating is his favorite past time, along with napping, begging and cuddling with me (he quite adores me).
This is Jamie! He’s a pure-bred Shih-tzu and I’ve been raising him since he was a baby, with love and care and all that. I joke with my mom to take a good look, because he’s probably the closest she’s ever getting to a grandson. I believe he’s around five years old and my mom brought him home as a Thanksgiving present. She wasn’t supposed to. She was supposed to wait another two weeks before she picked him up, but according to her he was too cute to leave behind. I quite agree with this.
When he was a puppy he was very shy and quiet, but a few years with me turned him into a freak. At one point he went through this rebellious teen stage where he wanted nothing to do with me. If I so much as tried to pet him he’d growl and run away. He’s gotten over that now and it seems like all he wants to do is cuddle. I’ll be typing and out of nowhere I have a puppy throwing himself on my lap. His back story isn’t as dramatic as Rocky’s so I’ll stop talking about him now and just post pictures! There’s a lot more where these came from. You’ll be seeing them real soon.