I'd hate it with a fiery passion if I thought my anger would raise the temps but it won't, so, for now all I can do is allow Duke to be inside for a while.
I grew up on kind of a busy road. As a child, every pet we ever owned got ran over by some sort of motorized vehicle. Jaren once rescued a dog named pirate who had just had it's hind legs ran over by one car and was in danger of being smashed by a semi-truck. Our parakeet got eaten by a stray dog and Bandit even got shot by our crabby old neighbor, Bud. Lots of tears were shed. We had quite the pet cemetery out there on the archer/lyman highway. Full pet cemetery = Apathy/Indifference to pets.
Brittnay, my office manager at work, is an avid pet lover and is also very adept at making me feel guilty. I made the mistake of mentioning my lackluster feelings about pets to her and the sad puppy dog look she gave me induced me to start spending more time with Duke. I've been taking him running, going for walks, and letting him spend some time inside.
Duke can be annoyingly endearing and sometimes just plain annoying. He lays on Jimmy and the kids like he's a human and has inched his way into our laps and our hearts and leaves remnants of his love all over our clothes and carpet.
But today, takes the cake!
He was sleeping on his towel (Good Doggy!) when Olivia called for a ride home and being blinded by his serene appearance I left him there for 10 minutes while I drove down to pick her up. This is what I found when I got back.
Ummm, Sorry about your slippers, Linc.
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