i promised myself i wouldn’t sepia…

But I’m not above it.

I have wanted a dog forever. But in recent months, the urge evolved into a complete obsession. Shit got biological. I felt DRIVEN to get a dog. I can only say that I do, indeed, have a “clock” that may have ticked a tiny bit.

So I did the only appropriate thing: convinced B that the fellow above was meant to be a member of our family. Being the supreme human that he is, B offered his full support and enthusiasm.

We have been overwhelmed by the magnitude of “stuff” that a puppy demands. Pee Encouragement Spray, anyone? B is ensuring that we claim the tile of “The Kooky Architect Neighbor” by custom remodeling our balcony into an outdoor dog sanctuary. Let’s just say the zip ties are color coordinated with the chicken wire. Aww yeah.

Boombox was found wandering the streets of Arkansas, turning tricks for Beggin’ Strips [that’s my new rap album, btw]. He was sprung from the slammer by the good people of Woodruff County Animal Rescue Friends, where “Chico” (as he was then known on the streets) remains the website cover model. I can’t blame them for that.

He arrives to us via the Pets Express early Saturday morning. We’ll be meeting him at a truck stop over an hour away, ready with blankets and the promise of a more lovely life.

And yes, the camera will be rolling.