new dog post: part deux

in response to the several comments bringing up the point that i may have forgotten to share any real information about my new dog other than he belongs to me and that i am responsible for keeping something besides myself and my car gulp alive, i have been trying to take a picture of my dog.
ziggy.
his name is ziggy.
(not like the mopey cartoon but like the spaceman sent here to earth to learn life lessons. that's right, david bowie, i'm looking at you.)
but see the problem is that like his owner me, ziggy has a distaste for cold.
and like his owner me, ziggy runs away from january and hides under any blanket he can find.
see? this is a pile of blankets. and i'm pretty sure ziggy is somewhere in there.
let's examine the pile a little closer, shall we?
aHA! there is definitely a pansy dog in the pile of blankets.
i rest my case.
maybe i can lure my ever elusive, greta garbo-esque dog out into the open with a piece of cheese.
or maybe he'll sniff the cheese and then fall asleep.
and maybe, just maybe if you stare at this picture long enough, it will look like the cheese is oozing out of his nose.

you know, i feel i've proven the existence of my dog (which is way more than some of my friends have ever been able to do concerning their so called childhood best friends. that's right, lincoln, i'm looking at you.) and so really, i don't have to follow him around anymore hoping he'll venture out into the open. i have nothing more to prove.

and yet.