I'd Say I'm Pissed Off, But That Would Be Inaccurate

Hey, I know this is turning into the Bad Dog Blog (did I tell you the auxiliary dog has pooped in the kitchen twice in two days?)...but...the primary dog just peed on me.

We were sitting on the couch and he was napping on my lap. Then he woke up, looked at me, panted a little...and my lap felt warm.

Shoulda named him Ruprecht. Maybe his next owners will. Heh.

Okay, you know he ain't goin' anywhere.

I'm such a sucker.

I promise my next post will be about real people doing human things.

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