Wednesday is Wink day. It has taken Wink several months to get used to Hoover. I can't blame him though because that dog never shuts up. And he never stops moving. If he isn't trying to use your crotch as a trampoline then he's barking at decibels which make your ear drums wish they lived in your spleen. His bark manages to bounce off every surface in the house and by the time it reaches your ears it has multiplied 800 times in volume and obnoxiousness. On the bright side of things, I should be glad there is only one animal in the house with barking issues. There is the rare occasion which Hoover calms down and is tolerable. We all cherish these moments. On these holidays Wink will swallow Hoover's presence (though generally will not acknowledge this bend in the universe) and allow the two of them to get very close in proximity. A peace treaty may be signed. But like all biblical feuds, one party (take a guess to whom I blame) can't keep the good behavior going for long. The gloves are taken off and it's time for a smack down and resuming the daily arguments for personal space, couch privileges and attention soliciting.
A peace treaty may be signed. But like all biblical feuds, one party (take a guess to whom I blame) can't keep the good behavior going for long. The gloves are taken off and it's time for a smack down and resuming the daily arguments for personal space, couch privileges and attention soliciting.
1 comment:
You need to get some sleep.
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