Top Dog

Geoff and Angela have a dog.  And his name is Scruffy.

I’d say he’s the perfect dog.  Just like granddkids are the perfect kids.  Jakey can play with “his” dog, feed him dozens of dog cookies, get him all riled-up, and then come home.  Honestly, it’s genius.  No leashes, no plastic baggies, no whining and scratching in the middle of the night… why didn’t we think of this before?  There was one little incident where Scruffy chewed-up Jakey’s toy car.  Fortunately, Daddy was able to fix it and its only got one wonky wheel.  Plus, the perfect Scruffy teemed up with Santa in an effort at redemption and gave Jake three new cars over the holidays.

Jacob loved the new cars, but now Scruffy’s got some competition.  There’s a new “puppy” in town and he’s gaining on Scruff’s initially staggering lead.  The new puppy eats Cheerios from under the highchair (granted he may be the reason they’re there).  He follows Jakey around the house constantly– his most loyal companion.  Plus he comes when called and can’t get up on the furniture.  He also smells better than your average dog and there’s no pesky dog hair.  He’s even learning to play ball.  His only shortcomings may be that he is able to break through all puppy “houses” (barricades) and he’s fairly disobedient.  He also could eat wheels off cars.  If he could get his little paws on one for longer than three seconds before it’s snatched away.

And Jake gets Daddy and me to take care of all his puppy chores– feeding, bathing, cleaning-up.  Seems he’s got this pet parenting thing down pat.  Doggone.