MEOW!!!
So today, the dog decided we needed to talk about "The living situation" (I let him live and he gives me part of his treats, okay, all of his treats.)
"You don't treat me very nice!" he barked and howl.
I shrugged.
I thought I had been treating the dog pretty well; I let him continue breathing and I never touched his doggy chow.
That stuff was nasty.
But nope, there we were, out on the side yard, talking about his feelings.
Who even knew dogs had feelings?
"I want at least one good boy from you per week!!"
"EVERY WEEK!!!????" I hissed.
I'd rather go to the vet for a flea check.
But I agreed, it was either that or give him scritches behind the ears which would ruin my image in the neighborhood and besides, I still get his treats!
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