My In-laws are away on a fabulous vacation. Yeah for them. I am not at all jealous. For us, this means another extended visit from their dog. Sigh. He is a great big beautiful, sad looking brown lab. Don’t let his looks fool you…a wee devil hides behind those innocent eyes. He is pretty, and I love him, but he is dumb as a stump and a pain in the a$$.
Suddenly there is a lot of yelling going on in this normally quiet house. It sounds something like this:
“Mikey, be quiet”
”Mikey, get back here”
“Dude, put that down!”
“Mikey, sit. Please sit. Okay, well stand still.”
“Mikey, GET OUT OF THE GARBAGE”
“Don’t. You. Dare Throwing up in the house. Not cool.”
”Why the bleep would you want to eat the caca out of a litter box? You dumb dumb dog! I’m going to see that again.”
“Who ate my Muffins? Mikey?”
“Oh Mikey c’mon…an entire loaf of bread? Seriously, how are you still hungry?”
“Good grief man! How many times a day does a dog have to pee?”
“Hubby, YOUR dog needs to go out again.”
“MIKEY. Stop eating your own poop. Disgusting”
“Time for bed big boy.”
I am tired of my own voice. He must be tired of me by now. Ten more days. Good thing God made him cute.