For the first year of their existence, both dogs refused to walk down stairs, preferring instead to be carried. As we live on the fourth-floor of a walk-up apartment, this meant making at least three trips a day up and down with a dog under each arm, which made opening doors very difficult. They seemed so smugly content, my little dogs, absorbing the bumps and shocks of the trip with bored disinterest, and I would try to cheer myself up by pretending I was a determined little pack pony traveling to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back up again with medicine for sick children, but this only assuaged my resentment — it could not heal it.
I love hearing about these dogs so much. Can't wait to hear what they think of a baby. I've been sending good vibes for the pregnancy and birth--I hope you all are doing ok.
“This day I prefer not to carry you down the terrifying terraced cliff you perch upon. This day you will hurl yourself down the cliff, for my convenience and my amusement.”
TBF, it IS fun to give up.
I love hearing about these dogs so much. Can't wait to hear what they think of a baby. I've been sending good vibes for the pregnancy and birth--I hope you all are doing ok.
This is the tweet about the 3 year old getting cinnamon rolls on a Sunday morning, but with dogs.
Love the trout....
In that top photo the dog in front is giving, “only God can judge me” vibes
Okay, but counterpoint,
“This day I prefer not to carry you down the terrifying terraced cliff you perch upon. This day you will hurl yourself down the cliff, for my convenience and my amusement.”
“Father *why*”
They are so sweet and I love their reasons!! 😂
Their behavior sounds very much like cat behavior. Your dogs are adorable.
I see entitlement and privilege in those eyes, so it's obviously a parenting problem. Yep, that must be it. Lol ❤️ ❤️
They think you're bringing them to the vet.
I love dogs!