My Life as a Good Boy

This is an autobiography by a dog....to be totally frank, I'm not sure what he wrote. It could be a very inspiring story of how he overcame his early weeks at the pound or it could be some kind of anti-cat manifesto. It could also be a collection of dog fart jokes. There's really no way of knowing. But if you're reading this, you and Elvis probably would have been pals. So sit back, pour yourself a bowl of DogWine (it's real, Google it) and enjoy whatever this canine had to say.

Elvis the mutt was rescued from the Vermillion County Animal Shelter in 2013. He was Rob's sole roommate for a year before they were joined by Halley (human), Luna (dog, corgi) and eventually Parker (smaller human who Elvis liked best). On December 13, 2019, Elvis went for a run around the neighborhood with Luna (and only Luna)where he was hit by a car. His paw was squished by said car and he hobbled away. (Luna was fine) Search parties were assembled but nobody could find him. Ten days later, on an unseasonably warm December day, a fisherman discovered Elvis hiding underneath the bridge. His leg had to be amputated, but he lived as a Tri-Pawed for another four and half years.