Dog Kicks

So I never had my own dog. I was allowed to have cats, but even the cats were required to stay outside and live in the barn. Dogs just weren’t our family’s thing. Actually, I’m pretty sure dogs were banned because my mom hates dogs. She just does. Because of this, I developed a distaste for man’s best friend as well. Instead of befriending the barking beasts, I always sided with the cat creatures. They were less loud.

Right now, I’m sitting next to the only dog I’ve ever liked. It’s the dog I housesit for and he’s adorable. He also has atrocious breath right now. It stinks. No joke. And… he keeps kicking me. What’s with the kicking, Quincy? Why can’t you just get comfortable and fall asleep already? Your nails keep jabbing into my side. Harumph. Silly dog!