When I was about 9, my dad brought home a German shepherd puppy. My brothers and I named the puppy, Roy. Unfortunately, my mom was none to pleased and had my dad return the puppy after a week, despite our pleading and protesting. It was quite heartbreaking and something that has stayed with me all these years.
One day (soon), I’d like to have a puppy in the house.
This picture was taken July 2007 when I went to England. I had just got off a 9 hour plane ride, hardly slept a wink and my body clock was 8 hours behind. I was rapidly succumbing to jet lag, which explains why I look absolutely rough in this picture. But I’ll post it because even though I look haggard, I was so very happy that my friend’s dog, who I met for the first time, took to me.
Right after this pic, I crashed for like, 5 hours.
