my dog Bentley

I have one, and his name is Bentley. He's a 12 week old golden retriever. He's also a cybernetic organism sent from the future to eat anything that gets in front of him. Seriously, he's a eating machine. Also, thanks to his razor sharp little poopy teeth he's willing to give free puppy tattoos to any hand that gets too close to his face. Most of the time he's a sweet little man who just wants to play; the rest of the time he wants to kill your hand. He literally wants to destroy it. And, based on my hands to date, he's kind of on his way. So far, attempts to wean him off my hand and onto less my-hands forms of toys have been marginally successful. Slowly he's getting it. Slowly. Slowly the scars will fade and I'll be forced to make new scars on my hands with power tools, not doggies.

But damn is that guy cute. And learning how to hump. In fact, he doesn't have any problems with that. He's pretty much a natural. He must be my dog.