And if you go on and tell me that he loves to roll on your freshly laundered sheets and burrow under your pillows and blanket, sometimes right after his walk, my eyes might widen with digust.
When you get to the part about how he has even puked on your bed in the middle of the night, I will surely roll my eyes and tell you to get rid of the dog. That is not all, you say.
Your dog takes great satisfaction in indulging in a vigorous scratch which sends fur flying all over the place, settling on the couch, rug and clothes. He drools on the floor, on your feet and every damn place he pleases. He prefers to drink from the toilet bowl and needs his walk even if is storming on a cold Sunday morning. The worst part is, you pick his shit at least twice a day.
It sounds terrible to be a dog owner.
Well, Rusty does it all and then some. Call me bias if you must but only I can put up with all his antics.
Only a dog owner can experience the joy the pet brings. It's like having a child who is always grateful and contented; and who will never talk back or sulk. He's always at home waiting for your return, yet he doesn't demand for attention or affection. How can I not love him?