buckhuit. the dog.

I found him on my birthday. Or, if I wanted to tell it like a fairy tale, could say he found me.

11/8/08 was my 21st birthday. The last significant birthday of my life until I turn 50. It was also the day my mother opened her restaurant. She thought it would bring good luck because it was my birthday and something about the moon. Who knows. Mother is superstitious like that. I was having a TERRIBLE birthday because all the stinkin' attention was on the stinkin' restaurant and the day was supposed to be ALL ABOUT ME. Don't get me wrong, it was important to me that my mother's opening went well and although it did go well, I was still a big baby because I wanted more attention. 

I'm very meticulous when it comes to things like special events. I have a secret dream to be a wedding planner or event coordinator. (I'd like to thank Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughey for being my inspiration in The Wedding Panner. ) I found so many flaws on their first day, but who am I to pick at her place. This is HER dream, anyway. I left the restaurant and went to a park...to sulk and cry and whine. In the midst of my depression due to the lack of "Happy 21st Birthday!"s, I thought about what I could possibly do rid myself of such selfishness. As I wiped my tears, I saw him. This 3 pound, caramel colored, white pawed and chested puppy waddled aimlessly on the park sidewalk. We made eye-contact. Then he pounced toward me. That was when we fell in love.

I knew I couldn't keep him because my really awesome landlord would say "No". Also, the park where I found him is right behind a neighborhood. Therefore chances are high that he just dug his little paws into the ground and dug a little hole for his little body. I printed flyers and drove around looking for a possible puppy search party. 

Two weeks later, still with no response from the neighborhood, he was mine. He would be called Buckhuit. 

  Buckwheat is a character from the movie The Little Rascals. In the movie, this young boy had a love for dreadlocks, pickles, and his close group of friends. On those terms, I find that Buckwheat and I have a lot in common. Buckhuit is spelled differently because "huit" (pronounced: wheat) is French for "eight." It is my favorite and lucky number, not to mention-it is my birthday. The number 8 follows me EVERYWHERE. No need to explain. Just accept it. It's just the way it is.

That is why he is BuckHUIT and not BuckWHEAT. He is SO fantastic. 

I'm proud to introduce Buckhuit Nayan.