Doino's feet

I was doing laundry, and sometimes if some clothes fall on the floor and my hands are full, I'll pick them up with my feet. I'm trying to teach Doino to do the same. Her feet are bigger than her hands. So far she hasn't picked up anything.



Here's me.

Doino wants hair

I dyed my hair over the weekend. Whenever I dye my hair, Doino paints a stripe on her head the same color so I won't feel alone or self-conscious.



I only dye the ends, and it's hidden underneath my outer layer of hair so it won't show up too much. This gives me the option of hiding the colored parts, unlike Doino, who also, because of the nature of paint, is forced into this for the following days after my hair coloring accompaniment.

We should form a band

I've been really into indie music lately, and it makes me want to perform. It makes me wonder what'd it be like if I were in a band. Doino doesn't sing or really make any sound, but perhaps she could play drums with her big dino hands. We'd make a sort of White Strips duo. Or Black Keys. Or She & Him.

At any rate, I imagine our album cover would be kinda like this.



Notice how I'm talking and Doino is listening on our tin-can phone? I'd be the singer.

Doino pats

Lately, Doino's been patting a lot of things lately. She pats anyone who needs to be comforted or encouraged. Sometimes she randomly pats other animals or plants. She musses my hair a lot too.

Hi, Doino!



She has very comfortable hands, making dino pats the perfect action for any occasion.

Unfortunately, sometimes she gets carried away and we get something like this:



Thanks, Doino.

Meet Doino

Recently I decided to start a blog about my dino. Her name is Doino.

Oh, hi, Doino.



Don't mind her, she's just passing by.