Accidental Animal-ist

The female witch doctor

Damn it.

By bringing home a dog my wife not only gave away our couch (the German Shepherd now seems to call that home) but also tapped into my little secret - which is that I really want a dog!

What am I going to say to that? It's not like I can give it back.

Stupid witch doctor wife (just kidding honey bunch - love you!) - if only she used her immense powers for good and not evil.

p.s. I'm currently refusing to acknowledge the dog's name partly out of the fact that I had no say and partly because I secretly want a dog so I can't get mad.

The accidental animal-ist

I came home last night, like you do, and walked straight into the kitchen. Expecting a sandwich, I opened the fridge only to see a lot of sausages.

Fine - I like sausages.

Then I turned around to see a weird small mattress with a slightly yellow stain marking the center.

Great - what the hell is that?

Of course - I didn't get too long to think before in comes this bounding blur of white, slobber and a dog bone.

"Welcome home honey. This is our new dog. Her name is Lucy."