My dogs are jerks. Sometimes my cats are jerks, but this time it’s most definitely the dogs. We have quite a few animals around here. Most of them found/rescued. We love animals. We would have a farm if we could find an affordable one on a lake, or an ocean. We love water. Yep, water and animals.
Anyway… how can I be so rude as to call my fur children jerks? If I must be completely honest, I’d call them a**holes, but I’m trying to keep it clean. I don’t want to run people off with too much foul language and honesty. I obviously don’t always feel this way, but I’m tired, and it’s really hard to feel benevolent toward the very things that are wearing me down right now.
You see, we are currently having a scorching hot summer. It’s so hot, you just want to lay down as soon as you go outside. So of course, this is what the dogs do. ALL of them. I let them out to go potty, they lay down on the porch. I push them into the grass and they look at me like I’m the worst human that ever walked the face of the earth. “GO potty…” Doesn’t work like a charm. One of the dogs will run out behind a bush and lay down. Then she runs back like she went potty! I’m not kidding.
You see, this is what happens when your human children are entering adulthood. You replace them with dogs. Or cats. Maybe both. Then you blog about them (sometimes).
SO, my dogs are a**holes. A**holes that enjoy a good sunset. That’s my influence.