Bo usually loved his human, but at times like this, he wanted to do nothing more than take a hunk out of Leo's leg. Bo hated wearing things on his head. He couldn't see or hear, and they were always making him want to scratch.
Bo listened as his human made cooing noises and thought to himself, "Bo, old man, why is your human such an idiot?" The human heard, "Woof, woof, grunt, woof, snuffle," and made more cooing sounds. The only words that Bo understood were, "Who's .... Good boy."
"Damn right, I am. Who else would put up with this stupid shit?"
Which began this spring as my spirits matched the season
I was bursting with energy leaping and jumping
And sniffing practically everyone and everything
Humans, mailboxes, packages delivery people brought apartments
Ripping things open, growling with a mindless deportment
Licking thighs, nipping at eyes, sitting in blueberry
pies
Until my master's friend brought a tarp and a trank and a glass of my favorite nip
Chivas Regal and that is about all I recall (hic!)'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
This dog is going places. A mountain of fur on my doorstep, ski goggles on its head. Tongue lolling, goofy doggy expression on its kind face, leashed but free. Dogs are always so happy. Always excited about something. This one clearly has a good owner - the sunbeams outside would make a flower wince, and they came prepared with a doggy-friendly visor. Now, there's a good human.
Sometimes I forget they exist.
Maybe I should get a dog. Then I could be a good human, too.
Bo usually loved his human, but at times like this, he wanted to do nothing more than take a hunk out of Leo's leg. Bo hated wearing things on his head. He couldn't see or hear, and they were always making him want to scratch.
Bo listened as his human made cooing noises and thought to himself, "Bo, old man, why is your human such an idiot?" The human heard, "Woof, woof, grunt, woof, snuffle," and made more cooing sounds. The only words that Bo understood were, "Who's .... Good boy."
"Damn right, I am. Who else would put up with this stupid shit?"
Bo was a good dog, a very good dog.
You may think my owner's put me in a bind
By making me suddenly so blind
But he has a a very sound reason
Which began this spring as my spirits matched the season
I was bursting with energy leaping and jumping
And sniffing practically everyone and everything
Humans, mailboxes, packages delivery people brought apartments
Ripping things open, growling with a mindless deportment
Licking thighs, nipping at eyes, sitting in blueberry
pies
Until my master's friend brought a tarp and a trank and a glass of my favorite nip
Chivas Regal and that is about all I recall (hic!)'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
This dog is going places. A mountain of fur on my doorstep, ski goggles on its head. Tongue lolling, goofy doggy expression on its kind face, leashed but free. Dogs are always so happy. Always excited about something. This one clearly has a good owner - the sunbeams outside would make a flower wince, and they came prepared with a doggy-friendly visor. Now, there's a good human.
Sometimes I forget they exist.
Maybe I should get a dog. Then I could be a good human, too.
A story of a golden doodle on the slopes of Tignes! 🏂❄️
https://rileyrivers.substack.com/p/pawsome-adventure?sd=pf