fozzie.

my dog is old. he's fat and obsessed with food. he is allergic to almost everything under the sun and has to eat special kangaroo food or dog bisquits baked in a special dog bakery. he has fatty tumors, and a constant ear infection. he's more work than i hope my children are.

i wish he was smaller, so i could snuggle with him, but i more so wish he wasn't so old. he's 12 now, and it makes me sad to think that someday i won't be able to talk to him, or laugh at his silliness.

noone really gets to see the real foz because he's a nut job. he'll bark at you forever, and he hates it when people leave. so much so that if you turn your back on him and walk toward the door, he will most likely ferociously bark and jump toward you.


but he gives family hugs, and bounds around the house like an old man. he makes me smile when he's not in a food coma.



here's to pets of all kinds and their imperfections. here's to their unconditional nature.