On December 24th, 2008, Floyd Frankenweenie was born to a rescued female english bull terrier. No one knew who or what his father was.
It wasn't until April 14th that he was bestowed upon me.. after a number of emails and reference checks made by a Philadelphia bully rescue group. It took hours to drive there.. spent even more time getting and being lost.. but when we finally arrived to his foster home.. he trotted out, looked at me, and peed on the living room floor. Like a girl, I might add.
He lost his cookies all over me in the car, but sitting there.. covered in dog puke.. I knew this was the dog I had been searching for, for years.
In July we went camping. We spent a month in and out of a canoe, as we paddled close to 300 kms through the Temagami wiles. He made an excellent George Washington, often perching himself on the gunnel of the canoe, searching for our next camp site. He would get cold and night, and insist on shoving his way into my mummy sleeping bag.. Only to decide he was hot, several hours later, and scramble to get his head back out the top of the bag, so he could pass out again, snoring loudly in my ear.