Okay, so I live in a rowhome in a large city. If you aren’t familiar with how rowhomes work, all the houses are attached to one another (kinda like a more urban, less bourgeois version of a townhouse) and when we look out bedroom windows that face the back of our house – like mine and Roommate #2′s – you can see all of our neighbors’ back yards, backs of their houses, etc.

So, we have this one neighbor behind us who has a big ass Great Dane that they let out on their roof. PeTA members, don’t fret, the roof is completely flat.

You can only see him when you’re in Roommate #2′s bedroom, because the angle of my window is not conducive to snooping on neighbors.

Anyway.

The first time we saw Roof Dog, we were in shock. But then we came to know and love Roof Dog because he embodies all that is good and pure in this world. We hadn’t seen Roof Dog for awhile. Naturally, we were concerned, and floated theories like “maybe he is a non-denominational Roof Dog who celebrates every religion’s holidays equally, and therefore takes off for December,” to “maybe he is hibernating,” to the ominous “maybe he met his demise.”

I am happy to say that Roof Dog – as well as all that is good and pure in the world – has returned. You probably think this is a tale that came out of a marijuana haze, but I can assure you that I am usually sober when I see Roof Dog. And I have one photo (which I will post later) that proves Roof Dog’s existence.

All hail Roof Dog and his gloriousness!

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