In which I totally shit on my dog’s dreams.

“I think today is going to be the day our dog is well-behaved,” I told hubs as we drove to a Memorial Day picnic at a park.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

He was right.

Dream-Crusher

Our dog spent the afternoon yowling at nothing.

I think Willie believes he’s Christina Aguilera from Burlesque. Which is fine — we’re not here to enforce the gender binary — we’re the cool parents — but seriously, animal, put a sock in it.

I’m going to add this intolerance for others’ life aspirations to my long, long list of reasons why I shouldn’t have human children.