Hello World! My name is Triplo, which means triple in Italian. I am currently 8 weeks and 2 days old. I am a Golden Retriever and I am one lucky pup. There's a few things you might notice about me:
1. I am ridiculously cute. I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's not vanity, it just is.
2. I'm young but I'm keen; I'm happy to share my insights with you.
3. I have three legs. 3.5 officially, and though some of you may be concerned about that, please don't worry. I have yet to take notice.
Some of you may also be concerned about my name, but Triplo, or Trip for short, is fine with me. It's not only a tribute to my uniqueness, it symbolizes all good things that come in threes! A hat trick, for example.
Anna Quindlen once wrote an essay titled Evan's Two Moms. I say Evan is one lucky kid, but I have three dads. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Evan. We'll get to the social commentary on gay marriage and alternative family structures another time, but right now I have some business.
I eat three times a day, and I'm a little embarrassed to admit I poop and pee more than that. Play. Eat. Poop. Pee. Sleep. Repeat as necessary.
This is going to be a big week for me. I get my first shots, and... before I go on, I should explain, I still live with my mom Evey, my dad Timer, and their lovely humans. My sister's name is Dory, and they call me Nemo. This week I will venture out in the world, though, to a new home in a far-away land known as Ballard; I wonder if they have toys in Ballard. I first met my new dads when I was young, so young I could barely see. Everything is a bit fuzzy from that day, but they have come back and played with me a few times. Heck, I'll play with anyone, especially Dory, but she sits on me.
I'll write more from the salty shores of Ballard; I'm sure it's groovy there. Nice to meet you, World. This is Trip, and I'm out.