I'm going to write a whole blog devoted to him. I would write it in the form of an Ode but I'm not articulate or expressive like that. Nevertheless (why is "nevertheless" allowed to be one word but things like "at least" and "a lot" aren't? That's just unfair), my dog's name is Tank. He's three years old. And he's so friggen adorable it pisses you off sometimes. He never gets into anything or tries to eat off your plate. He barely ever poops (which might be a medical problem but I'm making the decision to ignore it because I'm honestly that selfish). I never even had to train him. Granted, he barks a lot, but he's just a dog. I mean honestly.
Tank. When he gets excited he digs at blankets and barks at himself. He carries around tennis balls in his mouth and sets them down to pee but picks them right back up when he finishes. If he does something wrong he'll come and apologize for it. And best of all he loves me even though I eat all the good pieces of toast and he just gets the burnt crust. I'm pretty sure if I could find a boy with all those qualities I'd marry him.
Was that creepy? Probably.
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