Once upon a time there was a family and they wanted a dog.
They had some specific ideas about what they wanted in a dog.
They met Eli and loved him and he was theirs.
From his floppy ears
to his freakish sitting position
to his weirdly serene expression.
He has a phobia of water that they didn't expect
and a deep and eternal loathing of cats (that I can completely relate to)
but he was just their perfect brand of weird.
And he was happy having his new family all to himself.
Until the day that this interloper showed up.
Needing a family
just like theirs.
Looking all cute and fluffy
with his bouncy golden-doodle personality.
Wanting to play
which looks a lot like tormenting Eli
It took hardly and time and they took a shine to each other.
And Eli has allowed him to stay, as long as Frisco maintains a deep
and meaningful understanding of the primary rule of living in his house.
Do not bother me while I'm in my bed.
And so Frisco keeps vigil over him each and every morning
waiting, invading his personal space, patiently
until Eli will play.
He has proven to be just weird enough.
And they all lived happily ever after.