My Life: My Puppy Lincoln

About a year and a half ago, Cody and I adopted this sweet little ball of white fur from the Heart of America Humane Society. The story of how he got his name was: we were driving home right after picking him up from the adoption center and we were trying to come up with something creative for a dog name. We started reading street signs and naming them off as we traveled home. Many of the ones in my area are names of trees.. so boring right. Then we past one that said “Booth” and oddly enough I said “John Wilkes Booth” then Cody said “Abraham Lincoln” and there we have it folks, my puppy, Lincoln. He is my comfort when Cody is away.. sleeps under the covers with me at night.. is a continuous, all the time, on everything, LICKER.

I present to you the many faces of our maltese: Afro pup. “I didn’t do it.” Testing out momma’s newborn prop. The never-ending long and never-stop-licking tongue. You only tell me to roll over, daddy teaches me how to play Playstation. I hate baths. Static cling. Gramma Lezlie dyed me green with food coloring. I’m trapped and I can’t get out. Ebony and Ivory. Mohawker. I want you to take pictures of me mommy, not that baby in the luggage. Ptoooey I don’t like you daddy.