His name is Starbuck. There's a story, actually. I was locked out of the house while Mom was adopting him for me, just before Thanksgiving, and I waited at a Starbucks for an hour and a half. Well, I didn't know why Mom didn't come straight home to let me in. It was a surprise. I was just mad as hell. But, all was forgiven as soon as I laid eyes on this poofy little puppy. He's a little papillon, a spaniel. Look at those ears! Cute!
He's adorable and really sweet. Well, he's sweet to me. He can be a little tyrant at times and he's extremely protective of me. But he's really loving. Other than the usual "Baby", "Sweetheart" etc. type nicknames, I have a few others.
You know, whatever comes out first. I love my dog. I don't have kids. Whaddayagonnado? He's my baby. : )