Internet, I need your help.
In a few short weeks Truman will be four years old. I know, hard to believe, right? Time flies when you’re being tormented by a deranged, rabid chipmunk masquerading as a something vaguely canine.
It seems just yesterday that his wee, squishy body could almost fit into the palm of your hand… Not that you’d actually hold him that way if you wanted to keep all ten digits, but I’m just saying, IT COULD.
(Yeah, I’ll pretty much take any excuse to use this picture again. SHAMELESS!)
(Oh, and this one too:)
(FEEL THE BURN OF THE CUTE.)
Truth be told, he’s morphed from an adorable, psychotic rodent of a puppy into a pretty awesome, obedient dog. And I honestly never, EVER believed I’d say that. There were times back when Truman was a puppy when I truly thought we’d unknowingly doomed ourselves to a lifetime of being trapped indoors with a miniaturized version of the Looney Tunes Tasmanian Devil character. In my mind, I couldn’t even coherently list all the drugs I was going to have to consume to make it through such a life with my sanity anything close to intact. Perhaps something in a Big Game Tranquilizer, dosed hourly, would suffice?
Lucky for us Truman’s psychosis waned as he grew, and now, at almost four, he’s near becoming the warm, cuddly throw pillow of a dog I’d always longed for. And as such, is deserving of many, many good boy treats.
So here’s where I could use your help. What would you get for the dog who has everything — fame, adoring fans, lots of semi-mangled damp squeaky toys? Because I’m at a loss, quite frankly.
He has special affection for items shaped like pink elephants and things that smell like ass, if that helps.
