Darcy got adopted! Lucky dog!

Darcy loves motorcycles.

Darcy doesn't chase skateboards. He ignores bikes. He doesn't even acknowledge smart cars. He is just a kind, steady, easy dog.

Until he hears a motorcycle engine...!

Then he transforms into a wild child and throws all rules out the window.

I don't know if this is correct but I have a mental image of his past owners being bikers that rained salami every time they drove off.

One month later, Darcy's still here!

Darcy likes to trail me. I've gone from room to room calling for Darcy only to discover he was shadowing my butt the entire time.

There's a theory that for all my gripes I'll miss Darcy when he's gone.

He's a great dog but I wish he was home.

 

A week or two ago we opened the door to our first foster, Darcy! I don't know how to describe him other than he's the perfect roomate. Easy, straightforward, and big sense of humor.

Southern California coast is getting some amazing waves. Darcy and I ran out the door this morning to catch the swell at Huntington Dog Beach and got soaked while playing next to the surf.

He's a good guy and I really wonder who his next family will be.

Thinking about the future... New career.

 Like, blindly-throwing-myself-into-a-void-and-crossing-my-fingers-also-clenching-my-butthole new career.

During these moments of lost identity it helps to have a basketcase dog.

We go for miles and I spend the whole time thinking, "At least something is nuttier than me"

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Sharky is a pufferfish of a dog. It's very convenient because I've been apartment hunting and some landlords have weight restrictions. That's when he transforms from 30lbs to 20lbs...

Sharky is a very medium dog. Many people debate hotly about big dogs vs small dogs while never considering the medium dog.