Chewy/Chuey

This little dog apparently lives on my sister's porch now, which I don't find so bad any more, but several of his relatives are also edging closer and closer to the house. I still regard them as large hairy cockroaches and chase them away, but this little guy is great. He has beautiful markings, a perfectly formed little body, and a great personality, and although I was stern with him for several weeks trying to get him to go home, I've given up and he's my friend. Camron actually named him Chewy because when he first started showing up, he would chew up the toys he couldn't steal, and steal the toys he could carry. I changed it to Chuey because of a lifetime of experiences with humans who practice those very behaviors, and because that's just the way I entertain myself. I sort of regret it now that I like him.