Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why is this guy still here? She keeps saying ‘good boy Melvin’ so I would have thought the reward would be that He would leave. In what alternate universe is He my reward for being good?
After we did some playing in the back yard and She first brought him inside the house, he was on a leash so I just assumed someone would walk him right back out the front door. But after a tour of the house (and her jokingly telling him that one of the two beds in the bedroom was his …hahahahhhaha, good one), she suggested he take a load off. What the…? Then things got really weird, His mom just up and left him here. Does someone need to call protective services and report a child has been abandoned?
This is why I try to lunge at dogs, why I bark at them, why I pretend not to read cues (ok, fine, I have no clue what the cues are). It’s so that dogs don’t stay. Plus, this guy came with a crap load of stuff: needles (is he a drug addict?), some blood test kit (gross), four different eye drops (are you kidding me), two bottles of pills (ok, who am I to judge this one) and some liquid stuff cause his neck is infected from the nerdy cone he’s been wearing. What a dork.
Whatever, we’ll see. She’s got googly love eyes for him but she keeps reminding me that I’m her love. Am I?