You can't tell from this picture (isn't it funny how so many of my posts start out with those very words?), but Buddy, The Damn Dog, was in a dark living room, lying on the blanket I had put there for my very own use.
Today was a long day after a short night. I came home from work ready to take a break and curl up on the couch. I got the blanket and shut off the light.
By the time I turned around, literally turned around, that Damn Dog had taken my place and was not interested in sharing his space. Damn Dog.
You'd think he was the boss of this house when, as a matter of fact and common knowledge around town, I am the boss. Just ask anyone.
Most of the time, Buddy cracks me up, but tonight I wanted to put him up for adoption. It was a good thing CB was around to run interference because I was telling Buddy to pack his shit, he was outta here.
Now that I think about it, if Buddy left, my models for photos would be decreased by one third. (Oh my god. I just did math. In my head.) And the one third that was gone is the only one third who doesn't complain.
Hummmm, that's a reason to keep him around.
