shark bullet

crabtree is pretty damned cool, neighbors.
i'm just sayin'-
i figured getting myself a friendly companion to span time with
was probably a smart move....
but,
i didn't think i'd be getting such a dear sweet boy.

he knows when you're taking pictures.
and it sure seems like he wonders just what in the heck you think you're on about.
but, i mean,
c'mon.
i'm on about that striking lightning-striking viking visage.
OBVI.
for serious, just LOOK at that little long head.
and that perfect triangular eye.
he'll peep your peepers, and then he'll fake a dog-kiss,
and bite your face like it's a squeaky toy.
he's like that..
actually,
the thing is,
in real life he really really loves people.
like,
he love-LOVES them.
and he doesn't mind being messed with,
which just so happens to be my favorite thing to do.
so, most moments,
it's basically expert all the time all up in our faces.
and,
what's more-
he's also a filthy shark-gluttonous shark bullet.
yeah.
i've never seen a dog get SO psyched on food.
he'll spin and fall and wag and essentially act like he's won the lottery,
each and every single time i scoople a nibble of kibble in his bowl.
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                                    [sidebar]
          dear friends,
               sorry i'm gushing about a puppy.
               it's just that i spent the last six months prepping,
               preparing, planning, and providing;
               all so i could savor this one small moment.
               you'll just have to deal with it for a bit, okay?
               i will still rant and rave about cake and sh!t, too.
               i promise.
                                                          thanks,
                                                          your pal,
                                                            albie.
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also,
i can put my hands all up in his bowl, and in his mouth while he's eating,
and he couldn't care any less,
just so long as there's still grain-free globs getting gulped straight down the hatch.
plus,
he'll even wear a costume a size too small without any complaints.
teleport:

kyoooooooot.
my little shark-bullet was actually named shark when we got him,
so,
i'll just say right now that i feel as though the cooperative and cumulative
coincidences are all being cultivated and cultured in a sympathetic
superior overlapping set of sacred geometric circles or some sh!t.
ha.
or,
things seem to be aligning on the side of bull terrier terrificness.
at any rate,
normally,
november is a sh!t-hot mess of doo-doo butter and dirges and dread and doldrums,
so right about now,
this little lamp is shining especially bright on this blistery, blustery,
windy, weak-saucy day of the dead.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and i am happy for the brief moments and elusive interludes where
spirit and memory have a mote of mercy for a mountain man and his dog;
never quiet, never soft.....