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Well. I married my lab partner. 47 yrs, now. So I guess I’m not That annoying.
He’s probably in bed, with a Sportsman’s Illustrated, bacon and eggs, and a Large Irish coffee.
My daughter’s Dachsi acts as a plate trivot, when I eating in my recliner. I just set my warm plate on her. She doesn’t move until I’m done. Passive begging for a job well done, I guess. Most of the time she jams herself between me and the chair arm. She likes ‘warm’.
It happens when you push that last button.
As I once said to someone. ’It’s not a matter of dislike. I just prefer other company. ’
Not any weirder than a turtle walking around in the snow. On two legs.
Taking my girl to the vet in a little bit to get her stitches removed. Somehow, Somewhere in the yard chasing Something, she tore a 5 inch flap in her side under her foreleg. Looked all over. STILL can’t find what she did it on. The joys of being owned by a dog.