what a way to start the week

two big obnoxious dogs that don't listen and don't even know their damn names.
at least the female was happy leaning out the window and minding her own business.
the male - he's such a meat head and has to have that big snout of his up an ass all the time.
it's beyond me why my biggest little brother thinks he needs these two dogs. all they do is tear up the yard and shit on the floor.
it would be different if he spent time with them and, at the very least, managed to teach the dogs how to recognize their own names when he's hollering at them.
and then when i got these two big obnoxious dogs to the vet, it was an instant dog fight. the two dogs that were already at the vet and then these two idiots - gah.
at least i didn't have to lug the dogs back home with me.
they are staying for a week while my brother recovers from his tonsillectomy and rhinoplasty. i don't know the technical term for "rebuilding an ear drum" but he's having that done, too.
and don't get me wrong - i love me some big dogs. there's nothing like a big dog to lay your head on and watch tv or sit out in the sun with.
but those damn boxers of my brothers - not so much.
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Are they smelly, too? And boogery?
I grew up with a boxer, Ruffy (my Dad named him)... He was the gentlest, best natured dog I ever knew... Sorry all boxers aren't more like him...;-)
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