Another Dog

Oh, look. The happy, pantless children bonding.

Looks are deceiving. She is not cute. She is the devil.

R, aka Cinderella, is our animal whisperer.

Treyson is growling like the dog. He thinks he is half dog. Team Jacob.

Oakley is a harsher critic. NOT amused. She has my genes.

Have I ever mentioned the fact I REALLY don't like animals? I'm cold and heartless and live with thousands of cows. Honestly, I just feel like animals stink and have no emotional attachment to them. I like people. Not animals. Animals (and some people....) shed, poop on your floor, and require more responsibility than I already have. This is partially due to the fact Trevor is not the best caretaker. (His 3 year old dog has had one bath since he was born. Courtesy of me.)

So, when our dog, Jag, went and knocked up the skanky feed lot dog, I immediately expressed to Trevor that we would NOT be getting another canine. Trevor, pulled a husband, and brought one home anyway. He claimed, since it was Jag's offspring, she was family. "It" proceeded to poop in my garage (where it resides). Trevor, knowing I would be mad, immediately brought the dog inside to create emotional attachments from my soft hearted children.

I hate his cold tactics.

Now, I can't say no or I will rip out their little, youthful hearts.. Now, I am stuck with another dog. She has no name and the names I suggested I do not want my three children repeating.

Trevor has additionally informed me, he gets to have one less dog than the number of kids we have. He wants 6 kids. I informed him, if he EVER had 5 dogs, he would be moving back in with his mother.