Too bad I forgot their names, because these two little guys made my day today. I think Boxer puppies are my favourite puppies of all. Somehow they make me think of little human babies. Something about their awkward little muscular bodies and soft colouring maybe. Since I’m in a doggy lust phase, and since I can’t have a dog right now—because Fritz would probably lose it for good (at least, that’s my excuse)—nearly every time I see a cute dog on the street I stop by and pet it and ask what his or her name is and occasionally take quick pic too. Dog owners are a very agreeable bunch, and they never seem to mind this, especially when admiring fans like me shower them with compliments about how adorable and sweet and likeable their favourite four legged child is. The Dachshund didn’t come out right. He was all motion and he would have been great on video. You’ll just have to take my word for it that he was a very sweet and enthusiastic little morsel. Even when he peed himself from excitement, somehow, that made him all the more endearing. The up side of dogs being merely passing acquaintances is I never have to clean up their messes.