Everyone thinks Hottie's a strict disciplinarian. That he lacks patience. I could go on, but what would be the point?
Hottie has 'em all fooled.
Why? You ask. Let me tell you about Beau.
Beau decided to adopt us in June 2006. Okay, we may have driven about an hour to go and get him, but Hottie was the one who declared, "If I have to drive all the way over there, then I'm not leaving empty handed!" And, so we didn't. We left the small house in Mansfield in under an hour with a flea-ridden, worm invested, little black shadow that we named Beau the following day. A more friendly black and tan cocker spaniel we have yet to encounter.
For all of Hottie's complaining about the cost of this little fur ball with a personality the size of Everest, for all of his complaints about having to take him outside to potty, for all of his moaning that Beau is going to make him broke, for all of his trying to foist Beau off on another unsuspecting family, Hottie doesn't have me fooled.
Nope. No, siree, Hottie doesn't have me fooled a bit.
Not when he took two sides of a dog biscuit, slapped some peanut butter in the middle, and made Beau peanut butter biscuit sandwiches. Not when he lets Beau out in the front yard every morning to potty because "Beau likes it better than the backyard." Not when he calls me at work, puts Beau on speaker phone and they both sing to me to brighten my day. Not when he's outside mowing the yard when I arrive home from work and Beau is sitting in the car, AC on full blast, because "he was getting hot, Mom."
Nope. Hottie doesn't have me fooled. Not one bit.
Hottie has 'em all fooled.
Why? You ask. Let me tell you about Beau.
Beau decided to adopt us in June 2006. Okay, we may have driven about an hour to go and get him, but Hottie was the one who declared, "If I have to drive all the way over there, then I'm not leaving empty handed!" And, so we didn't. We left the small house in Mansfield in under an hour with a flea-ridden, worm invested, little black shadow that we named Beau the following day. A more friendly black and tan cocker spaniel we have yet to encounter.
For all of Hottie's complaining about the cost of this little fur ball with a personality the size of Everest, for all of his complaints about having to take him outside to potty, for all of his moaning that Beau is going to make him broke, for all of his trying to foist Beau off on another unsuspecting family, Hottie doesn't have me fooled.
Nope. No, siree, Hottie doesn't have me fooled a bit.
Not when he took two sides of a dog biscuit, slapped some peanut butter in the middle, and made Beau peanut butter biscuit sandwiches. Not when he lets Beau out in the front yard every morning to potty because "Beau likes it better than the backyard." Not when he calls me at work, puts Beau on speaker phone and they both sing to me to brighten my day. Not when he's outside mowing the yard when I arrive home from work and Beau is sitting in the car, AC on full blast, because "he was getting hot, Mom."
Nope. Hottie doesn't have me fooled. Not one bit.
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