With apologies to Harry Nilsson, “people, let me tell you ’bout my best friend ...”
He’s Da Boy. The Old Man. The Man of the House. King o’ the Pekes.
Yes, I said “Pekes.” As in “Pekingese.”
Officially, his name is Simba, like “The Lion King.” He was my daughter’s gift for her 11th birthday. He was a pup back then himself, a rescued guy who had marked only one birthday at that point.
A friend once deemed him “the dog God gave us.”