My husband’s dogs are unruly morons. Can’t take them anywhere because they’ll wreak havoc. My cats, on the other hand, are perfect angels. Fallen angels, but it still counts, right?
When my boy was a pup he was dutifully watching me load the dishwasher. I said, “Uh oh buddy! Mama left her bowl in the living room!” I then turned to finish loading and next thing I knew he had gone and gotten his BALL (not bowl) and dropped it into the bottom rack! Fine, it’s not something he was trained for, but it was precious and almost ten years later it still brings me joy.
My dogs have always been better trained than my son. You would’ve thought he could have learned something from them. But, no. And he ate better.
Now he’s 1000 miles away and doesn’t write. At least his girl friend does.
Why have a dog, When Cats Rulz & Dogs drool
Meh.
My husband’s dogs are unruly morons. Can’t take them anywhere because they’ll wreak havoc. My cats, on the other hand, are perfect angels. Fallen angels, but it still counts, right?
My old dog knows one trick: play dead. I can find him anywhere in the house performing for hours.
When my boy was a pup he was dutifully watching me load the dishwasher. I said, “Uh oh buddy! Mama left her bowl in the living room!” I then turned to finish loading and next thing I knew he had gone and gotten his BALL (not bowl) and dropped it into the bottom rack! Fine, it’s not something he was trained for, but it was precious and almost ten years later it still brings me joy.
My dogs have always been better trained than my son. You would’ve thought he could have learned something from them. But, no. And he ate better.
Now he’s 1000 miles away and doesn’t write. At least his girl friend does.