Godard
After I moved out of my parents' home, their dog Mickey missed me badly. He's a small lapdog of the breed bichon frise, as described several pages ago. Whenever they went on vacation, it would be my job to look after him, and we had some fun adventures.

1) This one must have looked strange from his perspective. I brought him over to my apartment where my friend Jenn was hanging out. The three of us went on a walk together, during which I ran into my girlfriend. I started walking arm-in-arm with her, and Jenn felt awkward and left. We took Mickey home. Keep in mind he had never met her before so to his perspective I went on a walk with my bitch, found a new one I liked better and brought her home. Anyway, once at my apartment she and I got under a blanket and started messing around. Mickey gave us a bit of privacy, but I could see him go into the next room and jump up on the bed where he could get a better look. And then after this encounter, he started walking a little closer to me and looking up at me with such a worshipful look. He really thought I was awesome for pulling that off.

2) I brought him by the video store where my friend worked. I was kind of embarrassed of the name Mickey so we decided to rename him. Looking at a poster on the wall, I decided he would be Godard after the French director. Over the next few days Godard became withdrawn and uninterested in doing stuff with me. One day I was at the dinner table eating and he was in the other room moping rather than begging for scraps. I called out to him "Godard!" but he wouldn't move. Finally I said "Mickey" and he ran over with the most heartbreaking look on his face.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 10:46, Reply)