This is a hipstamatic portrait of my dog Scarlett. We call her Scarlett, BooBoo (because she loves running away with lunches) or Lil' Clown (because of the nose) The reason why she looks so cute here is that she's looking at the peanut butter toast I'm eating while I take a picture. I'm not too big on animal blogging, but I thought I'd take a minute to tell you how awesome she is.
First of all, Scarlett is the smallest boxer ever. She's not a miniature boxer, she's just small. You know that person in your high school prom year who never made it past five feet? That's her. Another awesome trait is that she doesn't bark, she communicates with sighs. She has an hungry sigh, a tired sigh, an excited sigh and the most awesome, an annoyed sigh. Sometimes she yawns and smacks her lips to conjugate.
I unconditionally like dogs, because they're so 100% about everything. If they hate you, they're going to try to claw your face. If they love you, they'll sprawl over you and ask to rob their belly. If they're hungry they will stare at your food like at a religious artifact. They have an important role in my fiction. Whenever you see a dog in my story, he's most likely to see the bigger picture before any humans do. However complex is the thing to say, look at the dogs and they'll give you the simplified version.
