Ok...we shouldn't have a dog. Go 'head...call the police...the dog police...or dog protective services...or who ever you call...because we? Shouldn't have a dog.
It sounded like a good idea at the time...you know...when Little wanted one for Christmas last year...and neither one of us could come up with a better present...we went for it. Hind sight being what it is...we might have been better off with something LESS needy. I mean, all of the other Christmas junk was thrown away by MLK Day...the dog? Not so much.
Another part of my confession is that the only thing we really like to do with this dog? Is make fun of him. He is pretty lazy. Lazy in the way that almost makes you jealous. Lazy like take two steps and lay down, lazy. He seems to be in a constant state of rest. The only exception to this rule is when there is food to be had. Oh. Sweet Jesus! That is what he saves all of his energy for. He can smell pizza a mile a way. And...he isn't tricked by the old "Throw a bone out the back door and let him go after it..." Hell no. He wants him some ZZA.
Tonight...as I came downstairs, I was passed by the boys...first Big, then Little shooting a pistol at Big, then the dog...I asked what they were doing...and Little said..."We are chasing Seymore Poopoo." See More Poo Poo. OMG! Where does he get this stuff? At any rate, the dog must think they are holding up a pizza delivery guy...and he needs in on it!
We talk to the dog...a lot...like he is human and can answer us. Sometimes, we answer for the dog. When I do it, he sounds a lot like a female Barry White. When C does it, he sounds like Yogi Bear. When Big does it, he sounds French. Little doesn't roll like that. He thinks we're all stupid!
Anyway...we shouldn't have a dog...just to amuse us.