Pet shop boy

You see, I got my boy from a pet shop. It was one fateful day in 2008 when I decided to go pass the pet store. I wasn't planning to get one until I return from my upcoming long vacation. I guess my boy had other plans for me.

My boy was sharing a show cubicles with his sibling was taking a nap. All I remember was he was looking at me....as if, he picked me from the crowd. Next thing I knew, I asked the handler whether I could hold him. I even asked her to bring out his sleepy sibling to choose the better pup. All the time, I swear my boy was giving me the look - ME! ME! ME!

I think it's true what they say....the dog picks you...not the other way.