Bear is barking at me. Sitting by my chair, barking. This usually means he desperately needs to go OUT! But of course he’d JUST been out. Pooped. Peed. I think he mainly wants attention. The guys are home and he usually really just wants to play when they get here.
So I yell across the house: “Someone needs to take this dog out and do something with him!”
Taylor has already run him around the block. He was the guy on poop watch when it happened too. So I yell:
Still no response.
I walk to the dining room. Both guys are hunched over books, not looking up. Pencils scritching across paper.
“Nate, take the dog out and play with him.”
He hauls himself up from his chair. “OKAY! If you want me to forget about my future!!!”Read Part 1 of ruining his life.