Meet Hamachi

Hi. I’m Hamachi. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

People ask Mom if I’m named after a Japanese warrior princess. Actually, Hamachi means “yellow tail tuna.” Mom says this is because of my yellow tush, tail and fancy yellow pants on my back legs. That’s only half the story. It’s also her favorite sushi.

It took me a few years to get the hang of the concept of rules. Still, they don’t make much sense to me. I mean, why stay on this side of the fence when I can jump five feet to check out what the neighbors are up to? And why pee outside when I’ve primed the guest room rug so beautifully with a welcoming layer of my own scent? Though I’ve agreed not to chase the cats, I can’t say I’m happy about it.

My hobbies are: Dragging Henry around by the collar, defending my bones from the cats (who I haven’t noticed couldn’t care less about my bones), soaking up all mud in any environment, and barking at whatever Henry is barking at. My religion is: squirrels. Mom says that I do ethnic profiling, because Border Collies and I just do not mix. I have two bionic knees, and one bad front elbow that can’t be fixed. Who knew that jumping out a second story window would be so complicated?

Thanks, Gray for taking this great photo.