One of our favorite times of the day is just after work. On any given weekday, Mr. R. and I return home, pour something cold to drink, and sit out on the back patio chatting about our day. Usually, he tosses a tennis ball for Jack, our 85-pound land shark, to chase in the yard. Today, I left them outside for a moment. As I returned I overheard Mr. R. talking to Jack.
“You’re my favorite puppy in this yard right now. Yes, you are! Of course, we have another puppy at another house. There are two cats there, too. In fact, that’s where Mommy and I go everyday, to visit our other family. We like them better.”
Anybody know how much dog therapy costs?
17 thoughts on “Puppy Paranoia”
My Sweet cracks me up, too. 🙂
Yup great sense of humor is definitely important. It was really funny. Hope the therapist isn’t too expensive heehee
I might just have to fake it. “Tell me about your mother.” *giggles*
Heehee. Wear glasses lol
Perhaps a pipe would help. 😉
Just need a pad, paper n couch. Ur all set lol
We all need to find somebody to believer our stories. Yay for backyard rover Jack and your wiseguy hubby.
His is pretty funny. I think I’ll keep him. Oh, both of them. 😉
My dear wife Karen and I sit in our backyard after she gets home from work and I tell Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle, “You are the best dog ever!” as she runs and jumps around and basically believes every word I say and Karen smiles at us both. I love that damn dog and our routine. 🙂
Yeah, you have your two keepers, too.
Dogamous Pyle. Bah-hah-ha! Love me some Skynyrd. Yep, I’m a lucky girl. You sound blessed as well. Enjoy!
I am, indeed. Good on you for catching the Artemus play with my doggie nickname. 😉 Have a good evening, my friend.
Same to you!
Bite Him, Jack !!!!! 😀