I was familiar with dogs, I guess. They skirted in and out of my life. My mother and father had one when they got married, but he was already old by the time I was born. Then, when I was five, my mother adopted a large black lab/rottweiler mix that reduced me to helpless, blubbering tears of abject terror. We kept him for three days before returning him to the pound. Finally, when I was eight, my cousins moved into the family home and brought their black lab, Shadow. On the day of our first meeting, Shadow jumped up to greet me and tore a hole in my pink T-shirt. I avoided him, perhaps unfairly, for the next twelve months.
So when Dan and I got Bwino, I wasn't sure what to do with him. I would pat him awkwardly and then try to bring him with me to bed to cuddle. I was flummoxed by fleas ("What sort of strange African creature is this!?") and by potty training. And what about food? What do you feed a dog, anyway? It wasn't like we could go out and buy a big bag of dog food.
We have had Bwino now for exactly three months, and he seems to be healthy and growing. Our secret? Revlon Peach Shampoo and a big bowl of scrambled eggs for breakfast!
Here are two pictures of Dan and Bwino, taken exactly three months apart. Note how both Dan's hair and the dog have grown!
|Dan and Bwino on January 1, 2012 Dan and Bwino on April 1, 2012|