Today T met me for lunch with the dreaded sentence “Do you want to see what your dog did?” If he’s being referred to as “my” dog, it isn’t going to be good news and if there’s visible evidence, it’s going to be really bad. We walked over to the car to see what “my” dog (Wally) did:
Apparently, my idiot dog was barking at another dog and bashed the windshield with his empty but really hard head and did this to it. Nice, right?
Good thing he’s cute:
It’s just too bad that cute isn’t a currency…