Truthfully, I'm more of a cat person but I do have a fondness for dogs. I stopped at my normal place to get cigarettes and this little guy was running around by the door. I asked the cashier if she knew the owner along with several people outside. I'd never seen a stray running around there before. Plenty of homeless guys, sure, but never a stray dog. So I scooped him up and put him in my car.
Of course my cats now hate me. I'm not sure I'm going to keep him though. Finally decided on a name: Valentine. Had Mirrormask in mind when I thought of it. I do have a friend who said she and her husband might like him. He's a mixed breed but primarily lab and he's all paws and legs right now. He's going to get big and I don't think I have the time to give him the proper attention. He's got a lot of energy that needs burning off.
Still, I couldn't just leave him there at the gas station. Talked to my sister about him and she said I was definitely my father's son: a big softie at heart. I'd much rather go back to having a black soul. But really? What was I supposed to do?
So this landed in my lap on Friday morning. I claim it as proof I have a soul, damn me.
comixbookgurl:
Awwwwwww
irishmercutio:
That things is SO CUTE. Do his eyes really glow like that, because that would be awesome!