I grew up with huge dogs. My dad obviously was an insecure man and thought the bigger the guard dog the better status on the block. We had an Irish Wolfhound (the absolute largest of the canine) Then a French Briard (sheepdog) Both were male pets and slightly wimpy, but lovable pets. As I've grown up I have not had the urge to replace my pets- or get a dog. Until my encounter with Mr. Molecules yesterday. First off... the FACE
I mean what person wouldn't want to stare at that face all day? Then the scientific name MOLECULES? Greg and I pretended we had a fancy dog like molecules. I showed him off on the block.