BAAAAAD DOG!

A year ago my dog loving neighbors and friends found a homeless dog. We all tried to find the owner. She was so sweet and friendly. Dan wanted this dog and the friends wanted us to have this dog. I know from experience how much exercise and work a dog can be. I said no. Dan said please. I caved and we have a dog.

I like the dog. It likes me. We go on runs together. . . it sleeps on its own bed in our room. . and sometimes it sleeps IN OUR bed becuase Dan loves his dog and I'm a softy. . . I buy it bones and toys and treats and soft pillowy dog beds. . . I feed it quality lamb and rice dry food at 5:30am every morning before work. . . I pet it and talk to it in a soft loving voice. . .and we teach it discipline: to walk without pulling, sit when told, don't lick, don't bark, don't steal my socks, etc.

I have learned to live with the dog.
She is mostly a good dog.
But then I woke up this morning to this:







BAD DOG!!!

(Great emotional restraint was practiced in the writing of this blog post.)