We were whining at each other through the baby gate…with tails wagging. So mom and dad thought we’d try again bringing the hellhound out to meet me. He snapped at me right away and I got scared. I think he was just trying to play but…I don’t play like that.
The hellhound. I don’t like him but I’ll tolerate him as long as he doesn’t try to jump all over me. Oh he is dumb as bricks. He tried to eat a rock. I swear to dog…kids these days.
They. Brought. Home. A. Hell. Hound.
What were they thinking? He’s got entirely too much energy and NO manners whatsoever. Oh and he DROOLS. Gross. He already tried to jump on me AND HE BIT ME (got my collar so I’m ok).