Please don't be fooled by this photo. That whitish-pink thing on the left is not actually a rare species of Pale Thigh Tree, that is my leg; and hanging onto it is not a even rarer species of Pudgy Marmoset, that is a rotund little foster puppy that is presently in my care. He is all alone in the world, so he is a bit clingy. I don't blame him. It's not easy being a puppy.
Reasons I love this dog:
1) He knows what the newspaper on the floor is for. God bless him. However, he does not leave the paper on the floor where I place it; he moves it around the room, rearranging it in a manner more suitable for his tastes. He doesn't shred it, he just redecorates.
2) When he gets upset, he is calmed by the sounds of Madonna's Greatest Hits.
3) He had some GI problems, so to make sure everything is healed and there are no intestinal injuries I'm feeding him a diet of premium puppy food, acidophilus, and aloe vera extract. And he likes it. He told me he wants to explore the possibilities of eating an all-organic diet, so I'm looking into that for him.
4) He is desperately dramatic, and often sits with a paw cocked up, a la a "limp wrist." Just like his foster father.
I'll get a photo of the effete paw when I find my camera. My next test: I'm going to play showtunes, and if he howls along, I'm forming the Miami Beach chapter of POLGA, Parents and Owners of Lesbian and Gay Animals. It's super fun. We'll wear cute outfits and trade grooming tips and let our pets sniff whoever they want to sniff without worrying about what's appropriate.