 My First Dog
His name was Killer, he was a little chi. The man of my dreams came over (my hubbby now) to restring my guitar for me. We were sitting in the floor and he was drinking a beer. It was the first time we were alone together. We hear this lapping sound, look around, and Killer has his whole head in the glass of beer going to town like an alcoholic falling off the wagon. That was bad enough, as soon as we run him away from the glass he starts peeing uncontrollable all over my beau! Lucky for me, hubby loves dogs and found the whole thing not only funny but endearing as well. |