Heel Schmeel

Alright.

I

Have

Had

It.

Done.

Game Over.

Dad has it in his head that not only does he expect me to be all perfect and wonderful and all that phooey while we're at the Doggie School and at baseball.....but now he's actually tryin' to boss me around at home!!!!!!

Just what kind of j-u-n-q-u-e is THAT!?!?????

He goes and pulls out the leash this afternoon. I'm all over that.... WALKIES!!!!! But, oh NO! It's not for me... it's for The Quincy. So BooBoo goes and drags her around, while Dad does and puts my traffic lead on me! Crap. And he proceeds to go prancing all around the front yard expecting me to keep a heel --get this-- at home! What a barge load of poop!

A large barge.

Full.

And to top it off, I'm supposed to keep all attentive to him and be all stuck to his knee while the kid and Bubble Girl (Quincy is really gone over the rainbow...she's in her own world most of the time, so Mom and Dad call her Bubble Girl. She just kinda floats around in her happy place most of the time.) are all wandering around in front of me!

Poop.

Gonna have to take Dad to the Vet or switch his food or something if this behavior doesn't self-extinguish....