Dog Days

So, basically, my puppy has THE life. 
She sleeps, eats, poops, and plays.
No responsibility. She doesn’t even have to wipe her own backside or clean out her water dish.

If it wasn’t for having to eat the same meal day after day, the slug-eating (throws up a little in my mouth) the “no chocolate” rule (a definite killer) and – oh, yes – the bum sniffing (a peck on the cheek is fine, thankyouverymuch), I’d say I’d like to come back my next life as a dog.

Leave a Reply