A few fun facts about this eccentric little soul:
1) He wears a fedora when the mood strikes him
2) He is personally offended by men who wear biking shorts (Once, he started barking like he had lost his little dog mind and then promptly peed on me when Hubby Tim walked in the bedroom wearing biking shorts of the red variety. I guess it's possible he is mostly offended by Hubby Tim wearing bike shorts.)
3) His current infatuation is our plump and moody cat with whom he is having an unorthodox and disturbing affair of the biblical sort. I'll leave it to the imagination... but trust me, it's weird.
4) He's named after a photojournalist whose images of grisly murder and mayhem appeared regularly in the New York press during the thirties and forties....
....Which brings us to the current state of affairs. As if to prove that his namesake is well deserved, our little WeeGee went and chopped off part of his ear.
Let me explain....
...Well, that's the funny part. I can't. It is a complete mystery.
Here's what I know: It was the middle of the night, it was shockingly gory for such a small ear (as in, needing-a-mop-to-clean-up-gory) and the missing piece hasn't shown up yet (Ewwww, I know).
We have some theories as to what could've happened since the scene of the crime seems to be his dog bed....like, perhaps, alien abduction. The other possibility being bantered around is that he took a que from Van Gogh and sent the severed chunk to our cat in a bizarre lover's spat ( I'm leaning toward that one). Or maybe our geriatric golden retriever who spends his days walking from one napping spot to another tried to eat him. I dunno.
He spent a few days sulking around looking like a battered little babushka...
...and he still refuses to talk. Soooo, if you happen to see an alien walking around with a dog ear for an eye patch, you'll know what happened.
Oh goodness. Laughed out loud at the Van Gogh theory. My best to WeeGee, tell him it builds characters (though he doesn't seem to be lacking it).
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