This is my dog Blackie. This picture was taken on Friday. Actually it was taken four years ago, so don’t believe everything you read on the internet.
First of all I know Blackie isn’t black. Even if I didn’t know he’s not black, people like to make me aware of that on a regular basis. As if I made a mistake when naming him. Or he was supposed to be black but didn’t turn out that way. Anyway, the story is that I picked the name Blackie way before I got him, so that was going to be his name no matter what color he was. Unless he was black or white. Then I wouldn’t have named him Blackie because that’s just ridiculous. I tried explaining this to my friends nine year old son and he didn’t understand. Then I added, “It’s funny because he was black when he was a puppy.”
“So that’s why you named him Blackie?” he asked, trying to make sense of the situation.
“No,” I said.
Anyway, Blackie is gorgeous but insane at times, but I’m not surprised considering I picked him solely on his looks. But how else do you judge a puppy? He seemed to have a good temperament at the time. It’s not like I could have interviewed him and asked if mental illness ran in his family. I’m sure he would have lied about it anyway. I realize this story would have been more interesting or relevant if I bought Blackie on Black Friday or named him Blackie after Black Friday, but I didn’t. I bought him on Yellow Tuesday. Google it.
Can you find Blackie (as a puppy) in the picture below?