i've been so high, i've been so down
I love how my dog looks directly into my eyes as he pees on the carpet.
I love how he stares at me curiously, following with both his eyes and head, enthralled as the poo falls to floor when I turn his crate upside down and watch it fall and splatter all over the place, right after I have mopped, surprised, as though completely unaware as to how it came to be there in the first place. Must have been magic. Clearly.
I love how he bites my nose to wake me up at 4am so I can rub his belly.
I love how he has to sit on my shoulder and only on my shoulder, as if he were a parrot, and then proceed to pass gas directly in my face.
I love how the other night he crawled under my blanket and bit my nipple, stared at me for a few minutes, then hopped off the bed and went into his crate and passed out till morning...then pissed in my shoe.
What a terror.
But he's my baby and I love him.
I love how he stares at me curiously, following with both his eyes and head, enthralled as the poo falls to floor when I turn his crate upside down and watch it fall and splatter all over the place, right after I have mopped, surprised, as though completely unaware as to how it came to be there in the first place. Must have been magic. Clearly.
I love how he bites my nose to wake me up at 4am so I can rub his belly.
I love how he has to sit on my shoulder and only on my shoulder, as if he were a parrot, and then proceed to pass gas directly in my face.
I love how the other night he crawled under my blanket and bit my nipple, stared at me for a few minutes, then hopped off the bed and went into his crate and passed out till morning...then pissed in my shoe.
What a terror.
But he's my baby and I love him.