Mister Sketchy Introduces Ziva

The best bit of advice I can give to my Norwegian miniature poodle is fuck it when she is making contact and looks at me with her piercing beautiful eyes, strikingly human, telling me she feels hurt by lack of warm attention.

What I love about her, she accepts this absurd piece of advice as if I just revealed the secret of life. Fuck it, those two words are like candy to her. Being very lazy, she lays her body on the Oriental, her special private pillow, next to me on the sofa to sleep the time away most of the days. So lovely.

With all the shit in the world happening I couldn’t live without her. She knows her company is priceless, she calms me down but sometimes she acts like a spoiled princess and prefers to be by herself. Doing her Zen or whatever. Ignoring me. She’s a funny little bitch.

Surely without her I would die of loneliness, not make it trough the nights. And if I was not in her life I am sure her existence would be miserable. In short: Ziva and me it’s a match made in heaven. We two have a wandering soul but we stick together. Our future is written out.