He so cute!
Wife has been telling me, "wants nother baaaby, da, needs another baaaaby!" I keep refusing to come off birth control though despite her efforts to get me pregers.
Told her "nah, we gots too many a baaaby, dey eats us outa house n home already."
Bah, I be too silly I see. Might want a new Pit baby. Nobody can 'replace' my old Thistle but I'm sure he would want me to have a good buddy again.
Sherlock last night showed Chris, my wife, that he is absolutely his papa's boy. She had a piece of homemade pizza, I had a ham roll (ham in pizza dough rolled like a pepperoni roll). Sherlock refused going to her. He walked right directly to me, got some ham roll as pretty as you please.
She got fussy, "I see how he is, stuck up" -- "No, he's just da's boy, not mim's."
Hm, but yeah I might need to go find another Pit, preferably a rescue or run off one. I love Pits. It's not the breed in them what makes them mean but the hand what feed them. I never keep mean dogs. Sure they might have a 'security guard' edge but none are ever mean at least not that I can help. Thistle was a run off from somebody. He was gun shy, figure they tried beating it out of him. It took the longest time to get him to just relax and play with me, he kept cringing as though I was going to go after him. Once he 'broke down' to play, I knew at that moment he was safe to keep. He was a smart ass too, could box, would always tag my nose but good with a right hook. *chuckles* Yep, loved that old fellow.
*sighs* Fine, another baaaby it is. *grumbling only slightly* *smh* I dunno bout that gal, she gunna be my ends yet.