Walk this way
Nuschler was giving me the death stare this morning.
He only wants four things in this world: Food, going outside, pets and walks. In my mind, this adds up to a total of four brain cells. No one meets Nusch and then says "He's a real smart dog." Nope, he's cute, huge, sweet, but not applying for any scholarships.
That one brain cell focused on getting a walk is a vicious, judgemental speck. He stares at me through his eye brows like a petulant five-year-old. He sighs with high drama. And whenever I change my clothes, he comes to watch and see if I am putting on the layers required of a walk in this weather. Kinda pervy actually.
So today we went. After one block of trudging, I thought I was going to keel over from exhaustion. I normally walk around the rink while he fetches things, but just threw the frisbee today. After a few throws/retrievals, Nuschler looked at me as if to say "I'm tired. You go get it."
On days like this I wonder if it is worth it. Having a happy, pooped out puppy, however, is priceless.
(Song from Aerosmith and Run DMC. I used to feel bad about liking this song. It's that skeezy lead singer that scares me most.)
1 Comments:
"props” on today’s song title! 10 points shall be awarded to you.. Thanks for sharing the picture.... ugh he’s cute!
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