This is my dog BJ. Let me explain, his name doesn't mean what you may think it means.
He got it from his father, Bonesy, a miniature pitbull. He and my older border collie Hemo Jhang had a litter, and he was one of the strongest.
My parents and I use to catch him slipping out of the puppy cage all the time, and that menace carried on through his later life. We sold off all of the pups, but kept him for us.
Too handsome for sale, we decided. Hence, Bonesy Jr. was born.
When he was about a year old, he was hit by a fast car on the narrow gravel road of our old house. The car never stopped.
My dad's first reaction was to put him out of his misery, but my mom thought he wasn't seriously injured.
When he got to the vet, they X-Rayed him. No signs of internal bleeding were found, but he had broken both his right front leg and his left back leg.
A year old, and stuck in a zebra-like cast for three months. I think the experience left him mentally stuck as a lapdog.
To this day, I still live with him and his mom Hemo Jhang, but his father has passed away long ago, to my heart's displeasure. He carries on his name, though only few know its true significance.
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