Houston, We Have A Problem!

That’s how he got his name, Houston. My friend Sam couldn’t decide on his name for a few days after adopting him, but he kept saying, Houston, we have a problem, because he was a problem child, much more problematic than usual 2 month old puppies. So the name Houston stuck.

Today, Sam and I were talking about how much Houston calmed down and how strong a chick magnet Houston is. Apparently, more than once, some people stopped to take pictures of Houston when Sam took him to the park on weekends. I miss him. I haven’t seen him for more than a year now. Sam and I still talk to each other since we work together, but we had a falling out, so we don’t hang outside work any more. So I was just going through pictures I have of Houston .

These pictures were taken in 2004 at a dog park in Van Cortlandt park in the Bronx, right after I got Brandy. He was a little over two years old.

When he’s standing straight up, his tail is shaped like a question mark. He’s an enigma.

Sniffing around with Brandy. See how rough Brandy’s coat was.

Handsome boy!

Eeeeehehehehe, you’re too funny!

I’m adorable! Let me bite you.