It’s Tortilla Time

My legs are all scratched up, courtesy of the dense one. Note to self: it may be time for a nail trim.

My friend and I took Seamus and Rocky to the park today, and had as much fun as expected. Seamus and Rocky have formed some sort of deep, meaningful bond, and are damn-near inseparable. I can almost sense the shock that conquers Seamus each time he catches sight of his good friend Rocky, as Rocky has now grown to well over twice the size of Seamus. Seamus is now forced to stand on his hind legs to look his pal in the eyes. It must suck.

The dense one can make me so mad that I wish to rip out every last strand of my hair off my head, and at times such these I exhale gently and remember what a sweet, loving dog he is capable of being. The kind of dog that he was today. I love him.