“Aw, what a cutie,” said the perpetrator, grabbing the dog that didn’t belong to them while completely ignoring the one that did.
This Is Not a Toy, oil on canvas.
You’re now able to recognize the “I need you to carry me back downstairs” barking.
And the other 10% of the time, he’s right in front of you, chewing on your shoelaces.
And it happens a lot, because of the previous point.
—Don’t worry, he’s just playing.
—What kind of game? Eating my dog??
Your pup is still eating the same bone you bought him four months ago.
— How’s the rat doing?
— I don’t know, I haven’t seen your dad in a while. *buuuuurn*
“Argh! No! Help!” *licks your face, covering you in dog slobber*
Your little pup knows that once he goes up, the only way back down is either tumbling or being cradled in your loving arms.
Or maybe Button isn’t cold, but really just wants to use the weather as an excuse to curl up in your bed day in and day out from October to mid-April. Genius, really…
Awwww. Don’t they just melt your heart. <3
This post was translated from Spanish.