The other day she came over and when she was leaving she said to my two pups, "Bye dorks". I was in the other room so she wasn't even saying it for my benefit. I thought it was a bit harsh but blew it off until we got to my neighbors house and she said to their bulldog "Hey fatso." That was it for me.
Me: You are a dog bully!
Her: What? He's fat and your dogs are dorks.
Me: (closed eye head shake trying not to smile/encourage her) That is so effed up.
Her: Fine. Byeee dogeee.
Me: Ok, that was fake. He knows you don't mean it.
After a shrug and an eyeball roll she breezed out in her pristine outfit, got in her pristine car and left me in a cloud of dog hair stuck to dog slobber stuck to my self righteousness.
Love,
Kristen
I love a dog that doesn't bother to greet me when I walk in the door. One who doesn't get crazy, hyper, slobber, shed, and smell. Give me that and utterly lazy. ❤️ My "name calling" is not intended to bully dogs or yank their cray owner's chain (perhaps leash). It's merely my term of endearment. For years, I have called my dad "Daddy Fatty". He is not offended by my pet name for him.. And he is not thin. He knows I love him.
ReplyDeleteI love your two dorks and fatso too (from a solid distance). Because I love the people they live with. Xo