My dog. My dog is nothing like a dog. He is not like yours. He is strikingly handsome. He is not a baby. He is 3 years 5 months and 7 days old. He doesn't like running around. He prefers sleeping. He doesn't love food; doesn't crave for them. You gotta feed him. He fusses so much that I feel I'm raising a cat. He doesn't like fetch. He wants to play 'Whoever takes the ball from my mouth is gonna get bit by my mouth'. He prefers girl dogs over boy ones. I find them all cute. He is so adamant. When he calls you, you HAVE to go. Else, he'll make a scene.He'll eat chocolate over bones any day. He has an attention span at the size of  a new born paramecium.  He hates lectures. I mean, who doesn't. The words 'sit', 'stay' or 'no' have zero meaning to him. He has smelly breath. He bites his toothbrush. Occasionally stamps his own pee. He washes his hands. He loves face washes. Not to forget the leaves and ants, most favorite meal for him. The mud- his best friend. Digs it, poops 20 meters away from it. Makes creepy weird noises you didn't know any living being could make. And oh, he can fart real bad sometimes. He loves ice cream, air conditioners and sneezing on your face. He can step on your foot real hard  which he does everyday. But I love him. Yes, more than chocolates. He is MY dog. He is Rolf Edwin Hari. He is nothing like yours. <3 <3 <3 

Rolf Edwin Hari <3 <3 <3