For the Superbowl, I went over to my parents house for low key fun.
But I don't give a crap about the Superbowl, I really just don't, and I love my family but I talk to them all the fucking time. I just spent the whole day hanging out with my dog, and feeling lost not having him in Chicago.
Yeah, granted, he's part of the whole family, not just me, but during that stint of living at home after college he was mine. I taught him everything, brought him everywhere, and now he has all these bad habits because I've been gone for however many years.
He even chose my sister over me, today, for the first time ever. I haven't seen him since Christmas, though, so it's my own goddamn fault.
Katsisch was all, "Ha ha, Rusty loves me more than you now, sucker."
"Shut up. And stop feeding him, he jumped up and grabbed cheese out of my hand earlier." Why do sisters have to ruin all of the hard work I put into training the perfect dog?
"You don't even live here anymore, and he's not your dog. He loves me best now." And then she gave him cheese, and he looked at me.
"Don't fucking look at me, she's turning you into a brat." He didn't even care, and just came over to me and tried to jump and snatch food out of my hand again. "Dude, seriously? No, chill." And then he sat, obediently, and chilled like he was taught. "Thank you. Now you can have a Triscuit."
"I don't even know why you bother, you're going to give it to him anyway."
"He's a nasty robber who needs to learn to ask for things first. Yeah, you, Dog. You used to say please."
"He also used to lock himself in the bathroom and eat all the toilet paper."
MoLinder's cats are fine, I like them. But they're not the Dog. They don't play tricks on you, and they don't love the snow, and they're not all crooked.
Rusty (I know: worst name ever) is crooked, literally: one ear sits up higher on his head than the other, and his legs are all disproportionate. That's what we get for keeping a dog that was tossed out of a van. I know, I know. I've blogged it before.
But after spending all day with The Dog, and then Formerly Fun went and got herself a puppy (you lucky, lucky hooker) I just have dog on the brain.
That is all.