Woof! My name is Baloo, and if you've been following this blog for a while, I'm sure you'll recognize my sister Olive. She thinks that she is a princess, and I'm ok with that. I'm just happy to be here. My parents named me Baloo, after the character from the Jungle Book, because I look like a little black bear. I came from the streets of South Oakland, where my mom’s brother found me wandering around covered in snow and ice in January last year. I had a home there, but those people were huge jerks who neglected me and told my mom that she could keep me. Now I wear bow ties and eat fancy organic food, so screw them. I have no idea what kind of dog I am, but the vet says I am probably a Border collie mixed with something much smaller. I have lots of pretty, shiny black fur and a white chest. My mom says I have a cute little white spot on my chin but I can’t see it so I’ll take her word for it.
I love to wrestle and play. When I want my sister to play, I walk up to her and repeatedly slap her in the face until she gives in and wrestles me, and then I let her win every single time. I also love to eat and sometimes when my mom isn’t looking, I eat all my sister’s food too. Oops.