I've spent the last 45 minutes looking at the same slide describing diseases of the vulva, so I've finally accepted the fact that no more work will get done this night. Therefore, I decided to make the return to my often forgotten blog, that same blog that once was updated on the daily and now has but 2 measly posts in 2009 going into April. This blog has been around since 2002, keeping a record of the often humorous misadventures of myself and various friends I've met along the way, and such a loyal journal deserves more attention than I've given it recently. Therefore, to mark my return to making quality entries, I decided to write about a topic that is very near and dear to my heart: my dog Calvin. This is the story of Calvin the dog.


Calvin was born March 26, 2003, the eldest of 6 puppies to a chow mother and lab father. Known for his energetic and carefree personality, his original owner dubbed him Tuffy (as in Toughy). We adopted him at the age of 6 weeks, and I blessed him with the name Calvin (named after the equally mischievious Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes). Calvin was quite free spirited as a puppy, playful and wild, running around endlessly which resulted in me having to chase and catch him whenever he happened to escape through the gate.

As a puppy, Calvin loved attention. One of his oldest tricks was to grab socks out of the laundry room and then chew it in front of me while I watched tv, forcing me to get up and chase him. He loved playing tug of war with such socks, but always cheated by using his paws (cheater).


Calvin was an incredibly cute puppy, as was well demonstrated by the one time I took him to Mission Bay for Labor Day. Mission Bay is located near Pacific Beach, the area of San Diego where young partygoers live, and on that particular day the park was filled with beautiful and youthful folk. Walking Calvin along the park resulted in numerous bikini clad girls coming up to pet him and tell me what a cute dog he was. That day, Calvin was the definition of man's best friend.

Calvin eventually outgrew his puppy days, and today is a giant sized stuffed animal that sleeps all day, except for breakfast, dinner, and snack time from dad. He also enjoys stealing naps on beds when nobody is around (I secretly let him).