Dogs have been a part of my life ever since I was a baby. First we had Roger, an extremely poorly trained Golden Retriever who constantly got into our neighbor’s chicken pen and killed the birds for sport. Sorry ’bout that. After dealing with Roger for so many years my mom put her foot down that our next dog would be something much smaller and easier to handle. So she picked Heidi, a silver toy-ish Poodle who greeted me every day after school until my senior year when she passed away.
I barely remember Roger because I was just a baby, but my love for big dogs stuck around. I BEGGED my mom and dad for a big dog after Heidi died. A Great Dane, a Bernese, a German Shepherd. ANYTHING. I wasn’t picky. They always gave me the same answer, “When you live on your own, you can have any dog you want.” Ugh, fine.
Two years later, during my second year at ASU in 2012, I was dead set on getting a dog. I drove to two different adoption centers before finding King, who was supposedly left in a cardboard box on the freeway — under the fucking Arizona sun. Poor thing would have died in the extreme heat had someone not found him and brought him in.
I was immediately attracted to his brindle coat, and his tail was curved like a cork screw unlike the rest of his litter. I guess it straightened out over the years? Honestly, I had no idea he would get THIS big. King is about 90lbs, and his barrel chest makes him look even bigger. Every part of King has grown in size…except for those fucking triangle ears. I call them Doritos chips and sometimes I imagine dipping them in cheese and placing a jalapeno in the center.
People ask me every single day what he breed is. I’m too poor to do a proper DNA test (LOL), so I just say he’s a Greyhound/Shepherd mix. King now shares a home with David’s English bulldog, Banksy. Banksy isn’t exactly the playful type, but he LOVES sleeping on King. I think it helps with his snoring. Side-by-side they do make an odd pair as they’re total opposites, both in appearance and personality. If it were up to me, I’d have like 10 more dogs, but there’s just no more space in the apartment. **All photos by Amber Kriek**
Faux fur coat — Forever 21
Faux leather leggings — Spanx
High-top platform shoes — Converse
Comme Des Fuck Down beanie — Kitson
Sunglasses — Ray-Ban