The Dog...

This is my baby...i know he probably looks different than the pink and squishy ones you're all used to but my baby nonetheless. Steve and I got him right before Halloween and he's amazing. Cash is my first dog...ever. Actually...I think I may be able to classify him as my first pet. I mean I had a goldfish once...that was killed by my brother. I had a hermit crab that lived for an unbelievable 6 years (even though I'm fairly sure I only fed him...7 times in the 3 years I had him and I'm certain that my little brother fed him 2 times in the following years and then I had my bunny french toast that I snuck into my parent's house when I was 22... that's right...I had to SNEAK an animal into the house when I was 22. So I think it's safe to say... Cash is my first actual pet.

Here are a few fun facts about my Cash.

-It's possible that he's confused on his own name. Here are some names we call him: Cash, Casher, Casher-Bear, Bear, Boo-Bear, Boo, Bubby, BoBo, and Bohby. More often than not I only call him Cash when he's running off to the neighbors house or when I need him to come to where i am.

-He's never really bitten me...(only on accident) when he "fights" he just opens his mouth...never closes it...just opens it.

-He's not comfortable with linoleum. He's fine on our kitchen floor and on my parent's (could be because it's covered in papers...) but even now he's still a little unsure anywhere else. When we first brought him home he wouldn't eat since his bowl was in the kitchen on the linoleum.

-He LOVES pillows and blankets...not to chew them...no, to LAY on them. I think he feels luxurious

-He likes laying ANYWHERE it's cold. There's a small hole in my parent's floor (he lays there) Our front door has a crack that lets the cold air in (he sleeps there) at the apartment he would lay right on the sliding glass door because it was FREEZING... WHAT...a weirdo.

-Music of any kind mellows him out. Even when the kids are singing loudly in lessons he just lays down on the floor and falls asleep.

-He loves underwears. If he could he would only play with underwear and empty two liter soda bottles.

-He loves empty 2 liter soda bottles.

-He likes to eat cheese, pretzels, carrots and ice-cream (he ESPECIALLY likes peppermint)...again, i submit... WHAT a weirdo.

I better get him to sleeps. One of my favorite times of the day when I pick him up and he wraps his front legs around my neck (LITERALLY) and lets me carry him into our room. Where he sleeps on a quilt and a large pillow that he commandeered from our bed. He's lucky he's so freakin cute.

EDIT: tonight cash rolled over for steve to rub his belly and steve said, oh no...he's got his balls... crap... i now officially live in a house full of boys.