I'm in love

Well, I'd never thought I'd be one of those people. One of those crazy obsessed googley people in love... with their dog.

But I am.

I'm obsessed with my new dog and also I'm crazy. Perhaps even certifiably insane.
Danny (my boyfriend) and I bought a dog. What I mean by this is that Danny paid for it and Yeats lives with me... both temporary aspects of the dog deal.

His name is Yeats and he is very cute. We named him after William Butler Yeats, the infamous and famous Irish writer and poet. And I think maybe he might be my writing muse as he gets me up at 7 and forces me to write. But mostly, I just go back to bed.

Yeats is a mini-poochon, or bich-poo if you will, a hybrid of a mini poodle and a bichon. He's evidently hypoallergenic, but I've had to take allergy pills everyday since we've had him. At least he doesn't shed and I figure I'll get over it.
Anyways, he's about 11 weeks now, and only 4 1/2 lbs. He won't grow past 8 1/2 lbs. Thus being mini.

We got him last Sunday, so we've had him for about a week. His hobbies include: chewing on stuff, pooping in the house after a trip outside to go to the bathroom, and doing cute stuff like hopping on his two hind legs.

Look! Yeats made a friend!

He also likes pooping in the snow:

Yeats met Santa and hated the guy. I don't blame him. He looks kind of shady.

Here's Yeats and a guy I used to know... in their matching hoodies.