i wake up one saturday and start cleaning house. i step out to the trash can. rufus doesn't come running. i get worried. i start calling his name. i start looking everywhere. i find him on an old couch in the garage. he's wagging his tail but not trying to come get his morning loving. i am very worried and decide i should take him to the vet. then i notice something. solo cups...lots of solo cups. all on their sides on top of the pool table. they reek of beer. they are left overs from a game of beer pong. rufus is hungover. he spends the rest of the day, recovering, with his head in my lap. my boys are grounded for a month. i don't even care that they are all adults.
FLASH FORWARD today
if you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. this is the principal difference between a dog and man~mark twain