We got this dog. That I didn't really want. Because I knew it would fall to me to care for him daily. I would be the one walking him. I would be the one feeding him. I would be the one taking him to potty. I would be the one picking up the poop. But Tom got him anyway. And here he is one year later. Ingrained in our family. And I love him. But seriously?
He is trying my patience. Especially on raining days. When he pokes me. And I take him out in the rain. And he stands there. And then he sniffs under a wet plant. While I get wet. So I take him back inside. And he pokes me again. And again. And again. And we go back outside. This time out back where I can leave him to sniff the yard or the pool. And he stands at the door and howls. To be let in. So I do. Sigh.
No comments:
Post a Comment