The scorn of a canine
Hitch’s parents were nice enough to have me over to dinner tonight. I was pretty much expecting my little dog to freak out upon seeing me. Instead, he wouldn’t let me pet him and wanted to go outside. Okay.
It took me a while to remember the attitude of my dog growing up when we’d collect her from the vet. The whole ride back in the car, she would look out the window and quite clearly give us the silent treatment. Hitch isn’t nearly as subtle as Blossom, so his attitude consisted mostly of hostile rejection. He couldn’t hold out forever though, and, after destroying the toy (effigy) I brought him, he relented and sat in my lap.
Hell hath no bitterness like a foster dog given to a new family, is all I have to say about that.
At least he didn’t try out his new trick on me, which is ’skull fucking’ every dog he can make submit. Skull fucking is exactly what it sounds like, and Kim is pretty much mortified every time.
In totally unrelated news, the end of this Daily Show clip is one of the best things I’ve ever seen. Why don’t I have cable?
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