i drop pants not bombs
Just running around, playing ball, digging for bones, and searching for companionship.

What can I say? I'm a guy.
I lift my leg when I pee, come when I'm called, I get confused if you lie about having a treat in your hand. Wait, it's in the other hand??
I'm even a sucker for the pretending to throw a ball trick. Grrr!

I want a guy to rest my head on, share all my puppy luv, and give me a hearty belly rub.
(No guys, that wasn't sexual.)
I'm not looking for a tight collar and a short leash, but I want a man to be my best friend no matter what...and who wants me even for my fleas.
I love going to raves. Dance music is what I listen to, mostly for the bass track; the beat fuels my soul.
I am more often put off by the lyrics than attracted to them, and I believe that music without lyrics is MUCH better at conveying an artist's ideas and emotions than the words they sing in between the notes.