I'm sitting here tonight watching a George Strait tribute (funny how I know the words to every song they've played, huh?) , or trying to anyways, with CharlieGodammit's teeth around my ankle, his paw resting on my other foot, and him snoring on top of that. I got to thinking that this dog is a real pain in the ass, then I realized that the foot that his paw was resting on was rubbing his belly.
Then I got to thinking how I don't have anger in my voice when I see what he chewed up while I was at work, how I go and police up the socks from the laundry basket in the back yard without hollering at him, and how much I worry about him when I'm at work.
I think I'm starting to get a bit attached to that damned cur dog.
And here's a picture of him at his favorite pastime: ripping up my 12 pack cartons. At least he ain't drinking my beer anymore.......
Yeah they go from being just a dog to your child and thats when it all changes
ReplyDeleteI do believe you've found your long lost brother there...
ReplyDeleteLeast the suds bill will go down.
ReplyDeleteAwwwwwwwww its the sweet smushy side of our lil ken :)) nice
ReplyDeleteMaybe just buy him a beer on his birthday.
ReplyDelete^That was me. I screwed up.
ReplyDeleteIt's all right, Bella. You're Canadian.
ReplyDeleteThat's meant in a nice way though...right??
ReplyDeleteYou bet, Bella. Sure. Uh-huh.
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