It seems as though I have been the slacker of the crew. Life seems to get in the way of what is really important at times. Such as couch time, innovative wine openers that seem to still make you struggle with the cork.. and blogging. So I will let you in on what my mind seems to ponder on, the situations that presents itself throughout these long drawn out days that pass by in minutes and the troubles that living with three dogs brings.
First off, I have never lived with dogs.. besides the living arrangement that dogs should be in. (outside) But living here has shown me the joyous occasions that three dogs inside can bring. Let me explain the types of dogs that have taken over the bat cave here. We have a goldendoodle? I think is what it's called. It is the size of a horse and hasn't stopped moving for three seconds, excluding the occasion of the disappearing chicken breasts. This dog was too full to move after that even if Jack from Nightmare before Christmas was dancing around in bar-b-que sauce in front of her she would not have wagged a tail. Which as we speak, this dog is doing a triple axle just to finally land her tail in her mouth. A battle as old as time, which no one ever wins.
There is also a lab, well what use to be a lab before old age, parkinsons and what may be HIV set in. What is nice about this dog is that as long as there are shadows moving amongst the room, this dog will be in a trance that I don't care to mess with. As long as she is not bothering me she is free to act a fool as long as she so chooses. As weird as it is, I like the simplicity that this dog enjoys in life. I am not saying I am going to chase the shadow of the fan around my room, but I do understand the pleasure that can be perceived from this. Kinda.....
The last and final dog we have is well... a mutt I guess. I have been pr ivied to what enthusiastic young doggies decided to procreate and produce such an outlandish dog, but I must say I would have not let them stay in the same room if I could have prevented it. For such a small dog, she must be the loudest one. If a footstep is heard at least 100 ft from the house, this dog goes off like the Nazis are invading Poland. At times I feel as though I need to take cover in fear of taking shrapnel to the head. I have looked into shock collars more in the past week than I have ever even though about in my whole life. Although I feel that this would be the first time someone would get their money back from this item in reference that we have the one dog that does not feel pain. They are part of the family though and I have grown to accept them as that. I will not use love them, because well, they are dogs. If they were cats though I would definitely slip cyanide into their food just to test out if this product actually works.
I know that this blog is probably about as useful as a Jersey Shore episode and can probably be compared to it. Useless and without meaning. Except that, well, the point of this blog. Our blog, is that there is not point. It is just that awesome that no point is needed. Thoughts flow from these minds without second thought or without concern for the repercussions of others feelings. So fuck it, enjoy the shit out of it for what it is. Or continue reading your US Weekly magazines about which celebrity is the worst dressed this week.
Let me Reintroduce myself.. my name is SCREECH
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