I live in an urban area for the time being and share this roof with my husband, mother-in-law, her 3 cats, and one VERY BAD dog. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my dog, but the fact remains she really is a very bad dog. She is absolutely good for nothing except hogging the bed, guarding me from being kissed by my hubby, and generally being a dog I guess. She barks, eats the cat food, begs at the table(and anywhere else anyone happens to be eating) jumps up on us as well as visitors, gets on the furniture, steals socks, wash cloths, and used hankies, and if all that isn’t bad enough she is also one of those jealous types. When she was younger she kept asking for a puppy, but now that she’s little older and set in her ways I don’t think she would be very nice to a puppy so now I can only have one bad dog instead of two or three. Despite what many would consider faults I love her and would not change her for the world. Her name is Angel. Ironic right? She is curled up around my back right now making me too hot and forcing me into an awkward position but I wouldn’t change a thing. This happy, funny, mischievous little dog (almost 40 pounds) brings me so much joy with her silly games and antics, not to mention her remarkable intellect and problem solving capabilities. I wouldn’t trade her for the world, luckily no one else would want her anyway!
My BAD dog July 11, 2012