Well, it finally happened. I lost the battle and we got a dog last week. Oh dad, we’ll take care of it says the 10 year old, but I know better. And the wife? That woman, you’d think she would be on my side…but nooo… OK then, at least lets get a man’s dog. Like a lab or something, even if it’s a terrier, a Jack Russell, something you can hang out with and be proud of. But noooo, what do we get? A Schnoodle. What the heck is a Schnoodle you ask? Why it’s a mix between a Poodle and a Schnauzer. You still laughing? Well I’m crying. Â Well it’s been over a week and the little girl (that’s right, a girl dog) has grown on me so I guess she can stay. Especially since we (I) paid a load for it.
So how’s the responsibilities working out? Well during the whining stage of getting a dog, I was promised that I wouldn’t have to do anything. So why was I standing outside at almost midnight in the cold slushy snow that was falling down as the dog decided to just sit there looking at me? I have no idea but I could look up and see all the lights were out in the various bedrooms.
Crap,don’t you just hate when you like something that you insisted you would like and want? All I know is that I better NOT get an ugly tie for Fathers Day. They better come up with something really cool or I’m putting the whole family on eBay, dog and all 😉
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At least it is a cute doggie… Makes you look better. And yea, you do the sh*t work literally, and they do the loving.
“Crap,donâ€™t you just hate when you like something that you insisted you would like and want?”
Think you meant, “would ‘not’ like and want”.
Freudian slip huh?!? 😉
Yup, that dog’s got me messed up already
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