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| Name: |
Leo
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Age: |
Eight years old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
Irish Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier
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| Home: |
Sandnes, Norway |
Leo is too affectionate to function for his "daddy." It's pretty
annoying watching him worship the only family member who doesn't own
him. See, my parents are divorced, Leo is my mother's dog bought
after the divorce, but do you think the dog got that notice?
Nooooo. His daddy is his personal God, and why would he need anyone else
when his God/daddy is scratching his belly (the dog's belly. Not his
own). And never mind the fact that he doesn't even buy the dog food or
feed him or take him to the veterinarian!!! Like that even matters.
Leo pretty much speaks human. Which might sound really cool and clever,
but it really isn't. Especially when you start having to spell certain
words and phrases, or even speak a bloody different language, you know
you messed up somewhere. Try saying "daddy" out loud, and it's all you
can do to go get your ear protection while he gets his "OMG She said
Daddy That Means He's Coming OMG OMG My Life Is Worth Living Again"
out of his system. This all sounds like barking to you, so of course
it's not all that fun listening to it. So, just spell the darned word.
And "go for a walk" too, or else you're gonna have to take him out, like
you said!
He's a personal, wireless, no-electricity heater. If you're cold, just
hold him in your arms, and you'll warm up in no time. He won't eat his
food even if you were to threaten his entire family and his teddy, but
he'll eat every bloody crumb if there's one inch of brown cheese on top.
He loves flashing himself, and prefers sleeping in such a manner that
his private parts are the only thing you could possibly lay your eyes
on. Although, all this said, I do love him so much! He may be a nut, but
he is ours! <3
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