Perry and I spent the weekend at my favorite brother and sister-in-law’s house because they needed dog sitters. Yes, dog-sitters. In conjunction with that whole wedding thang yesterday, my sibling convinced me it would be so much easier for ME if I stayed at their place, cutting hours off the drive to Fort Wayne for the wedding. Even as a kid, he could talk me into crap exactly like this.
Him: Here. Eat this.
Me: Ok.
Mom: SCOTT! WHY DID YOU FEED YOUR SISTER DOG FOOD??
Meet Sasha. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body which makes it really easy to fold her up and put her in your pocket. Trust me, if you met Sasha, that is exactly what you would want to do.
And now, meet Bonzo. He’s the one that tried to bite me when I got ready to leave. But Scott told me that Bonzo has abandonment issues and he growls because he LOVES. And if I believed that, I’d probably eat some dog food.
