FC: Johnny Cassius Clay Fisher Mundi.
2: He wasn't \your first dog. That was \ BOZO... [protector, companion, buddy
4: Or even the second.... that would be Sweet, sweet Murphy
5: and we had awesome Aussie puppies from Lady, the stray | Murphy and Louie Lopears!
6: J-HOCK'S HOT ROXIE | V I Z S L A S !!
7: and her j-hock litter
8: The one and only LEO
9: Precious, precious ROSIE
10: Zoe | And the Aussies keep coming...
12: Lots of kittens and cats along the way | but none like Penny
16: I have the greatest dog in the world. I know everyone says that, but Boydog is without a doubt the best dog I could have ever asked for. It all started one November. Kodymundi was pregnant with Fisher's pups, and their approximated due date was The Peach's birthday. If the puppies came that day, Peach was going to get one of them. Well, surprise, they did! Peach picked out a beautiful little blue girl for herself, and that was that. One day, I went with Peach to meet Bluegirl, and was introduced to an adorable little blue heeler boy who didn't have a home yet. He had a big black patch over one eye, floppy ears, and a little red bow tie on his chest. I snuggled him and he immediately fell asleep in my hands. He was SO TINY!! I was smitten, to say the least. I named him right there on the spot. Cash. It took me a few days to decide I really wanted to take on the responsibility of a puppy. No shit, best decision I've ever made. The Peach and I took possession of our "bastard children" right before Christmas. Bluegirl and Boydog are the best siblings ever. Bluegirl is kind of snatchy but incredibly sweet when she wants to be, and Boydog is just the most affectionate, talkative young man ever. They used to play tug of war for hours at Sixteenth Street. Peach and I would get in their corners and "coach" our dogs while they played. There were hours of fetch and potty training, tricks and learning manners. Both pups proved to be ridiculously intelligent, and training was a breeze with both of them. They never could figure out the magic Cheez-It box though. Amazingly, snacks just keep coming out of that red thing!
17: Boydog also got his training as a psychiatrist and confidant while he was a wee lad. The nights I was so deep in denial about my sexuality and the things I was feeling, Boydog would lay with me and listen while I told him about the demons that I kept locked in the vault of my soul. He let me squeeze the life out of him while I cried, and he always licked my face to let me know he cared. Every morning, even when I didn't want to get out of bed and didn't feel like I could go on anymore, Boydog would sit next to me and put his paw on my hand until I gave him his "morning scratches" and took him out to potty. He always made sure I got out of bed. If I was sad, he always knew. When I came home from class, it was always like Christmas morning for Boydog. He saved my life time and time again. Every time I was in the depths of my depression and self-loathing, Boydog always reminded me that I wasn't alone.