on April 11th, 2007, Cormac McCarthy Brooks came into my life. He was the last pup in a litter of chow-chows, he'd come out a short-haired, teeny mutant, and the family who owned his parents were giving him to the pound. Fuck no, I said, and scooped him away into my heart.
A year later, he's cuter and awesomer than ever. He's gotten over his fear of the LAKE, but still hates thunder. He protects me from scary people on the street...and drags me over to meet non-scary people on the street. He's clever and sweet and more optimisitic than his mommy. I love my Corms, my weaselface, my pupcake.
in fact, he inspired this:
Proxychicago.etsy.com
so i'm pretty happy. Gonna go snuggle now.
oh, and I made us breakfast today (gaaaaaaaaaaaay):
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