It’s true. My car stinks. It’s a combination of regular dog dander and fur plus that unique odor that emanates from hot pups after a long walk or day at the park.
I pick dog fur out of my coffee/water/wine and keep on drinking.
When I pick up my boys’ “business,” I always examine it closely, you know, just cause.
On occasion, I decline social engagements because I’d rather spend the evening snuggled on the couch with my dogs than stand awkwardly in the corner at a cocktail party.
My phone’s memory is stuffed full of pics and videos of the dogs… and none of friends and family.
Sometimes when I hear weird noises in the house or something out of the ordinary happens, like the backdoor is inexplicably open a crack, I loudly say to the dogs, “You run in there and bite that murderer!” and send them scurrying in ahead of me.
Your turn: What dog-related behavior do you want to confess? No judgment here!