Scoping the yard for kitties
Well, Murray has certainly made himself at home. Over the past 2 months, he has taught me that my life is all about him. Yes, that’s right, I was put on this Earth to play, massage, feed and walk him. I can’t sit in a chair without instantly having him in my lap. He yodels. Yep. It’s a sound I’ve never heard from a dog before. He’s a little stinky. He’s constantly hungry. He apparently wants to eat our neighbors cat. He doesn’t really know how to run. He hops instead and it’s hilarious. He can tuck himself in the bed better than I can. He thinks it’s ok to be on the bed. He has de-stuffed every one of Annie’s (my other Boston Terrier) toys. Worst of all, he has terrible gas. But then he looks at you with those great big goofy eyes and you can’t help but giggle. He has a big heart and can put up with Annie’s moods better than any dog I have ever seen. He’ll be your best friend in a matter of seconds. Best of all, he can make me laugh on even the toughest days. I’m in love.
Yodeling
feed me.
yum. that was good.
He’s a lucky dog, gas and all, And that is some chortle he has. Thanks for loving him.
These are fantastic. What else can I say.
joe