I'm Johnny Cash Rockaway, the coolest dog in New York. First things first... I was named after the Man in Black way before he was fucking trendy. Ok now that that is out of the way, more about me and my seven months of existence thus far: I always knew I was cooler than the other retarded dogs at the puppy ranch in Upstate New York, I'd just watch them dig and run around in circles all day, while I just laid up in the cut, letting them do my work. Yeah, those idiots would dig and dig and then I'd let them all pass out around the hole, and sneak my way into it so that when they woke up they would know who's king. My neighborhood girlfriends Alyssa, Allison, Christiana, Cristina, Angela, and Nicole like to believe that I'm the submissive hunkster that I pretend to be, but really I just like getting picked up so I can look down their shirts. Oh, and I won't get started on the foot fetish. MY MY MY my striving foot fetish. I like feet, what can I say? I like pretty feet. I often find myself smelling them, licking them, and allowing my lipstick to show itself just so they know how much it turns me on. Sure sure. They say "that's sick, Johnny, put your lipstick away", but I just look at them and give them the shittiest grin. They like it, those girls.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention. I like humping arms. I'm an equal opportunity humper too. All races, genders, and religions.
