sometimes I think he looks like a little bat
I've loved dogs for my entire life, so when a litter of puppies was born at my host families home the day before I arrived, the question was never if I would take one, but which one I would take. I chose one of the boys (so that I wouldn't have to worry about unexpected puppies) and promptly began treating him as my own. In that sense, he'll be the first pet I've ever had since the literal day he was born.
I named Massy after my golden retriever, Sammy, and though he's still little, he's already a spoiled little booger. He can't stand to be left alone; he cries constantly if I'm outside and he's inside, or vice versa. This has led my neighbors to refer to him as my child, and I really can't argue. I admit, his attachment is likely my doing. And where does this little one sleep? In my bed, under the covers. I tell myself that it's because I'm cold and want a little heat to keep me warm, but I think we all know there's more to it than that.
But really, how could you not fall for that face?