My dog saved me from stepping on a copperhead when I was <10yo, was never trained to do so and had never encountered one. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's part of the reason they've earned the "man's best friend" label.
Fuck, I wish our current dog was more like that.
But she's the wife's dog, really; and she's a lazy bitch who just doesn't listen or obey.
Well, that dog didn't listen or obey either, but I didn't know how to train it and my parents didn't care to.
Why can't you have another dog? Shouldn't you have one of your own? Unless you're not home much of course.
I'm not home that much, it is true. And when I am here, one of the cats is very loyal to me, so at least I have her. I swear, I'd just stay on the boat and drink myself to death if it weren't for this cat sometimes.
Don't tell anyone, though, that makes me sound like a crazy person.
Also, most of the times everything is much better here, but tonight I am just disgusted with both the missus and my mother in law; they're being obnoxious for some reason. I AM ALLOWED TO BE EMO!! IT'S THE WEEKEND or something. I guess I just need a honky tonk song, a cold cold beer, a hardwood floor, and a smokey atmosphere. Or something.
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