I went and picked up Harvey today while I was running errands around town. Harvey, of course, is my "little boy" as I like to call him and he's the greatest dog in the world. There's a long story surrounding him and since I've got a minute... I'll tell it to you. Two years ago me and the x-GF went and picked him up at the pound. I had noticed that there was a wierd, fuzzy glare on his picture on the shelter website, but I assumed it was just that... a glare. Upon arrival I realized that it was actually this whoop-ass little "go-tee" and mustache. Even as a puppy he had fucking character. Over the next few days I kept finding myself talking to him in this James Stewart voice. You know.. "hello, nice to meet ya.. I, I, I'm Jimmy Stewart". That sorta thing. Eventually I decided we should name him Harvey, after the movie staring the aforementioned actor. Harvey. Come on', say it like Jimmy Stewart would... its addictive. Anyway, although I wasn't completely crazy about having a pet at the time it only took a few days for me to love him to pieces. A few months later the GF became my x-GF. Sadly, stuck in the middle was Harvey. We were, and still are, civil adults about everything. It was agreed upon that we should share custody, and we have ever since. I only get to see Harvey every other week, which actually works out well since I travel so much with the band. He's going to South Carolina and Louisiana with us this weekend. I'm going to try and take pictures of him kicking it around the country with us so I can put his picture up for you to see. He's my boy, damnit!! The best dog EVER!!! Truthfully, he has better maners than I do. Anyway, I gotta go. Leaving for S.C. tomorrow morning and I still have to go home, pack and get really drunk. Does anybody know how to use the spell check on this stupid site? I can't find it. I'm a fucking dumbass.
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