I have a fairly good life... Apart from my mother and father never have time for me! My dad is a scientists and my mums a teacher... My dad decided to try making a dog/ human thing... It worked and it now lives with us... Great... HE EVEN NAMED IT MORE CAREFULLY THAN HE NAMED ME! According to my cousin who helped my mum give birth to me, she said my dad just came up with a name, vinyl... But with this dog thing it took him 20 minutes to think of a name! He eventually named it Pochi... But every night pochi comes on sleeps on the end of my bed... Like COME ON! I'm 17 and he is 2 but in dog years that's... Hmm... He is 24 in dog years! 24! Anyway pochi can talk like we do... But he growls and he howls sometimes... Apparently that's his way too try and get a girl too 'breed' with him... Poncho is a good friend but he goes too college with me and he always follows me like a lost dog... Wait hold on he is a dog...
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VampireVinyl, your name is vinyl... your 18... you have no friends... your mother and father always have no time for you, you're always left with your fathers science experiment, pochi, he's a dog/human... he's not related but he "likes" you... one night y...
