Eight years ago today, I drove to the customs area of Korea Airlines and picked up the little dude who would soon become my best friend. The good folks at Pug Rescue of Korea called him Bruce, but that was a handle I never cared for so I rechristened him Boris and we began a series of adventures that turned my new buddy into the legend he was always destined to become. Eight years later, my heart overflows with gratitude that fate (and the Pug Rescue of Korea) brought us together.
I told Hack that story and he cranked out this stupid novel. I guess it was a nice gesture.
