January 9, 2013
Apples, steak, and unwashed socks.
A lovely lady in Belton.
When I first moved into my Mom's house, I was 5 weeks old. I had never been outside. I was used to going on pee-pads. My Mom took me outside on the front lawn to do my business and the grass tickled my nether regions and that made me hop about and squeek a bit. I also had never seen yellow pollen and would sniff it vigorously. For a while, I was famous for my rather moist sneezes due to my pollen snorting problem.
My name is Tank Rojo. Mom was going to name me Ivan. Then she met me and discovered my rambunctious personality, so I became Tank. I think it was also because I liked to ram my head against things and people.