My Imaginary Best Friend

I have an imaginary best friend dog. His name is Griffon. I know, I'm a dog and it's probably not normal for my species to have an imaginary best dog friend. But I do. It's not something I share all the time, because Griff, as I like to call him, is a bit shy. He tolerates me hogging all the figs and he's willing to share the rope toys. All in all, he's the best dog friend a dog could ever have. Did I mention he's blue? Ok, so he's blue. Sometimes this becomes an issue when we're finger painting (he doesn't like to clash with the art), but for the most part, he's ok with being blue.

I can also see through him sometimes. It's kinda creepy when he's lapping up Dr.Pepper or drinking a rootbeer float. The icecream slides down his throat and suddenly I can see the brown soda foaming inside his tummy. After I laugh until the icecream shoots out through my nostrils, I forget that it's not exactly common to see someone become transparent right in front of you. It happens though.

Maybe he's a ghost dog. I hope not. He's awful nice and he loves running around the yard with me.

Hmm. I guess I could imagine an imaginary ghost hunter who could tell me. Then again, THAT would be weird, right?

Ok, I'm done rambling.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-)