Bloorp.

I’m pretty conscious of slipping into Crazy Dog Lady Territory, which I’ve dangerously approached to varying degrees. Scratch that — I’ve already been there and back again.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m head over heels for my little Hemingway, who is also my first dog.

I never grew up around dogs, so I haven’t been privy to all their little quirks and mannerisms. What’s probably old hat to most owners is a fun little discovery for me on a daily basis.

Last summer, we went through what I dubbed his morning tantrum. As Matt so aptly put it, he was like a five-year-old boy who didn’t want to go to school. Hemmy doesn’t throw this tantrum anymore, which is a real shame because it was absolutely ridiculous to watch, but it shall live on in memory — and on YouTube.

Well, once you get past the first 40 seconds of him chewing himself, that is.

If there’s a Tumblr page dedicated to awkward dog sitting poses, I’ve obviously been far too lazy to look for it.

I BRING YOU LOVE.

Alternate title: R.I.P. Hemmy’s balls

Not that this would ever happen, but if someone were to ask me in an accusatory tone, “Why haven’t you posted anything for so long? Did you get a dog or something?!”

I could then very truthfully respond, “As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, I did get a dog.”

I present to you my three-month-old Westie puppy, Hemingway, a.k.a. Hemmy.

I’ve always, always wanted a dog and there are days when Hemmy is curled up in my lap, his fuzzy head drooped over my knee and I can’t believe this cute little guy is all mine.

I’ll try not to make all my posts about him. I don’t want to be That Person. But if Hemmy does end up being the subject of many future posts…can you blame me?