A really bad case of puppy-itis

I haven’t posted a picture of the Idiot Dog that doesn’t have him sitting on the kitchen table. I just want you all to know, Dear Internets, that the dog abuses other pieces of furniture as well.

 I don’t want you all to think we’re mean to this dog. This dog leads the life of Riley.

Not that he isn’t totally annoying all the time.

Sweet Clementine

Even as I write this, Roscoe is running around behind the couch, stepping on the curtains. We can tell because you can see the little white tip of his tail waving above the cushions.

I keep telling My Honey that what he desperately needs is a friend to wrestle with. I keep assuring him the dog would be less pesky to the humans if there was another canine with whom he could pal around

We happened to stop into a pet store at the mall this weekend. I named all the dogs. There was a Dogue de Bordeaux (remember Hooch from Turner and Hooch? Yes, that dog!) whom I named Clementine, a Great Dane called Frank, and a bulldog I called Festus.

Holy cow. I really need a puppy.