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A man 2 doors up tried to call the dog away. He wanted 1 Peso for the photo because he said it was his dog. The dog didn't move. I didn't pay.
So this is the first picture i ever took of the sweet little girl who would eventually be my second dog. I had no idea at the time that i would be adopting her. I am so glad I did.
This is the first finished 3D version (now with hair) of an old cartoon character of mine. I used this to learn the various techniques for mechanical and natural elements. Must say I'm pretty chuffed with it :-)
Mutt ("Le Mutt") Lee in a pre-fold diaper. Rob put that one on. Yep: he knows how to put on a diaper.
My name started as Mutt. I was born somewhere between 5th Ave and Yonkers.
I come from a long line of mixed breeds.
Some say I look like a Jack Russell.
Others believe I have some sort of Corgi lineage.
I have never gotten a DNA test so I’ll continue to wonder.
My future was uncertain until I was collected with a bunch of other mutts during a raid outside the local italian restaurant.
I then was placed in a rescue joint where they took a fancy photo of me and renamed me George.
They guessed I was 18 months according to my canines.
I can’t keep track of time so there guess is as good as mine.
My new group of providers picked me up in a silver jeep.
They seem nice.
I have a few sibling mutts now who’s lineage is just as confusing as mine.
The house is fun and there is plenty of food and toys.
A large fenced in yard where I can bark at will, mostly at squirrels and people staring at me.
There are times that my providers head out of town and need for us to go to a farm.
They are plenty friendly there but the place sure does smell.
Baths are important before I get picked up again.
My favorite thing to do is jump in the local river and catch tennis balls.
Life is pretty good even for a Mutt like me renamed as George born somewhere between 5th Ave and Yonkers.