Everyone tells me how good looking I am. It is always, “Oh what a good looking dog”! Here is the thing however…I am just a regular guy. I like to drool….a lot!
I drool on everything, I drool everywhere. I drool and shake my head so it goes airborne…kinda’ like horizontal drool rain. We are talking copious amounts of drool.
let the evidence show…I have drooled on someones, (I think it was my mom’s…ooops, sorry mom) pants.
When I am not drooling I am peeing rivers and pooping mountains. Sorry no photos, because this is a family blog we have to show a certain amount of decorum. I do have a photo of my dad’s pooper scooper……….
So, I don’t think I will ever get to walk the …”catwalk?”..um, “dogwalk?” I would probably shower the judges with drool and then poop on their runway…and if there is anything and I mean anything that is verticle, I will smell it and pee on it. SO, If you want a “model” “metrosexual” doggy try this guy I tried to meet but was politely rebuffed.
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Life Lesson: Some of us are just meant to be regular dudes.
I should have a Sad face like this…but I don’t I have a Happy face like this…….
WHY?…Because I just pooped! POOPING FEELS GOOD! I LIKE POOPING! There I siad it, I like Pooping! peeing is good too but pooping …ah, that is like Wow! It is warm and squishy and smelly.
I can’t do it in the house though. those in power in the current administration do not like poop in the house, (or pee for that matter). So I am forever having to ask for permission to go out. I am almost always escorted out to poop as if I need an escort to poop. My mom doesn’t let me escort her to poop, …my dad does sometimes, he’s cool. AND, if they are not home I have to wait, WAIT! aaarrrgggghhh, How do I know when they are coming home? it is all very frustrating. Lucky for them they have ait conditioning because if they had fans…….let’s just say I would be sorely tempted to poop in that direction , and then you know what happens?…….
Anyway I have been very very good lately except the one time I was sick, but that is another story. I have also been very lucky because my dad does walk me a lot and at all different hours. He walks me all around and usually carries his pooper scooper. people look at him as if he is some sort of ax/shovel murderer because he walks a big dog, (me) and carries a big shovel. Some people “get it” others can’t quite make the connection. We call them______________ a name I am too muchof a nice dog to mention.
the pooper scooper.
Life Lesson: Don’t carry a lot of crap around with you, you have to let it go, it is all in the past.