Fred the Dog

Fred is a Pitt Bull, Lab mix that I tricked my manfriend into adopting right after we started to date.  I wanted a puppy but was not able to have one where I was living so I did what any responsible adult does, and that is peer pressure someone into getting an animal they don't know they want.

Manfriend and I had been together about 4 months at the time Fred was adopted.  We had no plans of living together yet, and I have to say this could not have worked out better.  Fred spent his puppy months (aka pooping and peeing on the floor and chewing everything he saw phase) in manfriend's house.  By the time we took the next step and moved in together, we had a new place and a house trained dog.  This is the way to go my friends.

Fred is the light in my life and I need him like the dessert needs the rain.  He is HUGE (95 pounds) and doesn't know it.  He sits on my lap when he is scared and sleeps on top of me when we watch Project Runway.

He lives the life of luxury and eats people food on the regular.  If money was tight I would see to it that Fred had his gourmet cookies before I had treats for myself (who am I kidding I would charge that sh*t, neither of us likes to go without).

Fred is a rock star in his own right, and once peed on the floor of a hotel room when he had way too much to drink.  He tried smashing his guitar into the lamp too, but I told him enough was enough. 

Fred is a natural athlete, he will play ball for hours, loves to swim, and can catch a Frisbee like no body's business.  He rules the roost and occasionally even opens the closet to help himself to some dog food.

He loves a good steak and will mean mug me until he gets scrambled eggs when I cook breakfast.  He goes bonkers in the car if he knows we are heading to the dog park or the beach.  He takes up as much room as he pleases on the bed and will steal your spot on the couch in an instant.  I always swore I would never allow my dog on the furniture...

Fred goes to daycare sometimes and our friend's fight over who gets to watch him when we travel.  He really thinks he is a person, and I treat him as such...I don't want to confuse him.  He loves to sleep in during the week and grumbles when I wake him up to go outside, but makes sure no one is in bed past 8 on a weekend...trust me if Fred wants you to wake up, you wake up.

I feel bad because I know there are a lot of really cute dogs out there, but none of them can compare to this guy.  He has not let his good looks go to his head though, and is still the sweetest boy I know.