Vices

We all have our vices.

My Old Man is obsessed with farts, my canine sister Lulu is fascinated by the cursor on this screen and, I hate to admit it, I can’t make it through a day without barking at squirrels.

These are heavy burdens to carry but it beats the one loading down my parents. In short, they’re addicted to love. Love of the furry kind.

Our house is already fur central with Lulu and myself. There isn't much space on the bed around these parts.

I overheard a conversation between the Old Man and my mother this morning. Apparently the Old Man got an email at work that someone is selling basset hound puppies. Mom squealed in delight when she heard this and demanded that the Old Man take her to look at them.

While I wouldn't mind a little Mini-Me running around the house, I'm not willing to share my kibble or give up my spot on the couch.

Perhaps we can trade Lulu in for a puppy. I'd also be okay with trading the Old Man in.

Woof!
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