About three or four weeks ago my sister asked my mother if we could get another dog, a puppy rather. At the thought of a puppy I got excited because puppies are just adorable and when she said it was a doberman I thought about something a little more like this…
When we got him he was not this small, nor this cute. Granted he is pretty cute but I think he’d be a cooler dog if he was more ferocious looking with clipped ears and tail. He looks a little dopey with his floppy ears because they flip sometimes and his tail is just plain painful when he gets excited. So this is what we have…
Not only is he not ferocious looking or more adorable, but he’s extremely obnoxious. This morning I woke up an hour early to him barking. At what you ask? Absolutely nothing. He was barking for the sake of barking. Would you like to know why? Because he is obnoxious. He barks when anyone gets home regardless of them being strangers or not, barks when Tyler dances, and barks when you’re just standing outside with him; apparently he doesn’t recognize you five feet away or something. And when he’s not barking he’s eating something. If it’s not garbage it’s the sandwich you just made that’s sitting on the counter or the raw broccoli you were about to cook for dinner. I had a potato wrapped in foil once and was preheating the oven to make a baked potato and walked out of the room for not two minutes. What kind of dog eats raw potatoes? Covered in foil? Mine. He eats everything and anything available to him or not available to him. We do feed him dog food though so don’t think that we starve him or anything. He’s taken to growling at me when I yell at him for doing things too so that can’t be good can it? He bit me once over a piece of bread he stole when I was making a sandwich. I took his jaws and opened them and then when he’d opened them he just bit down again hard enough to leave a mark and pinch somewhat but not to break skin. He jumps on the furniture and drinks water like he hasn’t seen the bowl in atleast three years; he’s so loud and sloppy it dribbles all over the floor its pretty gross. My cat willow is now forced to live within my room and comes up only for food just to get chased back down again. He’s alright but I’m pretty close to hating him. I’d give him to you but my sister likes him because he actually listens to her.
Anyways, that’s my new pet.
