Dear Husky who came from the shelter.
What goes on in your head? I've always considered myself a dog person, but you manage to be a complete mystery to me. I alternate between thinking you're completely neurotic, or possibly raised by cats, since nothing you do makes sense.
Why must you get up on the dining room table and walk in circles? You do this in the bath tub too. If I ate in either place, it might make sense, but as it is all you do is mess up the piles of unpaid vet bills from when you:
1- came home from the shelter crawling with worms
2- came home from the shelter with kennel cough
3- crawled out of a second story window and walked right off the roof
4- broke your leash, took off running and somehow managed to come back covered in ticks. I didn't even know there were ticks in Vegas, but you found a whole nest of them, I guess.
Do you need dog therapy? I've already invested in said unpaid pile of vet bills, dog kennel (the one place in the house you don't pee, thanks) one of those things to brush out your undercoat so I can wake up in the morning without a mouth full of husky fur, three collars (why do you take them off anyway, and where do you hide them?) and the bi-weekly 20 dollar food that is the only thing you can eat without vomiting an undigested rainbow across my bed. Speaking of which, why are you unable to swallow water without making that horrible gagging noise that sounds like a strangling moose? Even the vets aren't sure why, but I can tell you this. Whatever the reason, it's disgusting.
In fact, a lot of things you do are disgusting. You are the biggest pain in my *** that I could ever possibly imagine. So why haven't I found you a new home? Or taken you back to the shelter?
Because you lick my feet to wake me up in the mornings, and because I've lost ten pounds running with you every day. Because when you run into the sliding glass door, I laugh. Because simple things like peanut butter make you happy. Because when I first took you out of that cage with the seven other dogs in it, you looked at me like I was God.
Because I promised I would take care of you. And I will. Until one of us croaks, we're stuck together. So stop whining like I'm never coming back whenever I leave the room. I'm not going anywhere.
2007-08-19
16:07:40
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Ryan G
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