The Grown Son adopted a shelter puppy.
And then his air conditioner died.
He and his dog have moved back home to wait out the HVAC repair and then some flooding damage repair.
This dog is adorable and sweet and smart and supposedly very easy to train.
BUT…
Yeah, there’s a but….
He’s still just a puppy.
His name is Bosco, but we’ve been calling him The Pee Pee King.
And a few other names that can’t be repeated.
He’s making progress with the house training.
But I still don’t trust him.
Seriously, how could anyone named The Pee Pee King be trusted?
He has stolen a ham sandwich, wrecked a window blind, destroyed a yoga mat, chewed through several leashes, and has serenaded more than one video call with separation-anxiety howing.
Today was the worst.
He was playing with something in the backyard.
I thought it was a bit of garbage.
Wrong!
It was a dead bird.
Ewwww.
I don’t know if he killed it or if he found it dead.
He’s a Bluetick Coonhound, a hunting breed, so maybe he did kill it.
Now his newest nickname is Dead Bird Breath.
Nobody was home so I had to shovel the dead bird myself.
Bosco, like Blue and Wrigley and all the family dogs before him, is destined to become the Best Dog Ever.
Just as soon as he finishes his reign as The Pee Pee King and Dead Bird Breath.
Liz Brenner
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