Life's been kinda boring lately. Unemployed (though looking hard!), sitting around while my friends are either at school or work, doing nothing much more than Mizahar all day. And lets be honest, Mizahar is an awesome and fun pasttime, but it shouldn't be your lifetime. Until night comes, and everyone is done with everything, I sit and wait.
There's only one thing really (besides the occasional job interview) that interrupts my daily routine of doing nothing, and that my friends is Mumford. Mumford is enormous. Mumford is unpredictable (he recently decided he hates black people and will bark at and attack them... we aren't sure why, but we can't seem to quell his racist tendencies). Mumford is loud. Mumford is goofy. Mumford is a 10 month old, 90lbs German Shephard/Great Pyrenees mix, who belongs to my best friend but the dog sees me as its second owner since we're around each other so much. Anytime I get the text "Can you watch Mumf while I'm at work today?" I internally go wild and drop everything to make sure I can.
We always start off our doggy bro day with an hourish-long walk around the neighborhood, usually ending up asleep under a tree or on a bench in the nearby park. The only thing that stops us is precipitation, regardless of temperature. He certainly appreciates the exercise, since he lives in a cramped car (my friend, sadly, is homeless at the moment). We chase squirrels together (I have to join in to let him run, because otherwise he won't come back), try and push each other in the lake, and climb around on the kiddie playground, which is waaaay too small for either of us.
We go home, get some food and water for both of us, and then go take a nap together in the back of the car that serves as Mumfy's home until his daddy gets off work, which is where I'm writing this from now. I love this pup, and I hope he and his daddy find a home soon so they can both live with a bit more freedom.