The daily lives of a man and his dog trying to get through each day with as much humor as possible and using each other as a crutch every step of the way
Saturday, August 1, 2015
"Move Over Lard Butt"
I made this comment a couple of weeks ago when my girlfriend was staying over and she mistakenly thought I said "Lard Butts" but I was referring to Molly. That has also been my affectionate nickname for her and it is more like a term of endearment. Once Molly settles into a spot on the bed, she is tough to move. Demanding, begging, pleading... none of it works. If I am in the living room and she hears a fork on a plate or me open the treat bag, Molly looks like Greg Louganis doing a half-gainer with a back flip coming off the bed to get in on dinner or some treats. Last night I was literally laying on top of Molly and she still wouldn't get up. She refuses to lay in her corner of the bed and insists on hogging the whole thing.
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