I have two adorable Boston Terriers. The Black one is Dixie Rose, and the brown one, Holly Ann. I’ve had them since they were puppies. When I first got them, I could hold them both in the palm of my hand.
Over the years, the most frustrating thing about having them is, knowing they can’t tell me what they’re thinking. There were times I would have really loved for them to be able to talk to me, particularly when they have seemed to be pissed off at me for something. I have a pretty good idea what they would have said to me at certain times, but I’d rather hear it in their own words.
If my 2 dogs could talk, this is what they would say to me
It’s raining and you expect me to go out and pee in it? Are you crazy?
Are you trying to bribe me with another treat? I’m on to that.
Daddy, don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to pee on the floor. Hell, when you gotta go, you gotta go!
Hell, Daddy. You pee in the pool all the time. What’s the difference between that, and peeing on the floor?
We’ll go back inside when I’m ready. I haven’t found the right spot to do my business.
Why don’t you get your butt out there in the freezing weather and go pee? Turnabout’s fair play!