Fun in the morning.

i find it a constant challenge to take my dogs out in the morning. i hate it. they hate it. we resent each other for the necessity. if cleaning up "accidents" was a little bit funner, this daily ritual wouldn't be necessary.

i have a young beagle/lab mix and a scottish terrier. i bought the terrier first and, in a throwback to my navy days, named him chief. suprisingly, he has the additude of a chief and gives me looks like im his 20 year old ensign ordering him to clean his rack. he was well on his way to becoming accident free when i brought the new puppy into his world. now, when ever i see him happily wagging his tail, i know their is a little gift waiting for me just around the couch.

oscar, the puppy, quickly took to training. much like a new ensing would i imagine. after their eventual liquid deposits in the back yard they start to fight and bite each other... until i look away and move into another room. then they curl up next to each other and sleep on the couch.

im going to make some coffee now, akin to taking in the holy spirits blood, this concludes my morning ritual as i park it infront of the tv.

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