By the way. I.HATE.DOGS! Yes. Even mine.
Wait, does that mean I claim him?? He definitely claims me.
He ALWAYS snuggles up next to ME on the couch.
He ALWAYS sits ON MY FEET. No, not next to them ON THEM when I'm getting ready for the day or working in the kitchen.
He follows me going UP the stairs.
He follows me DOWN the stairs.
He follows me when I'm putting away laundry.
The only time he isn't RIGHT there...is when the kids leave the house doors open and escapes and runs away.
BUT...I can see why he's always with me. If not...he's tortured with things like this:
He is the kids' BABY!
He get WRAPPED up and DRAGGED around and THROWN around (literally).
I'm not ready to admit it. But he really is a good dog.
He's potty trained...except for when I forget to take him out.
AND
He is VERY tolerant of the kids...until he's had his limit.
Now...if only we could stop the RUNNING away! Its really embarrassing when neighbors bring him back home!!
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