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!”
[[silence]]
“SOMEBODY!!!”
[[dead silence]]
Taylor has already run him around the block. He was the guy on poop watch when it happened too. So I yell:
“NATE!!!”
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.”
[[big sigh]]
He hauls himself up from his chair. “OKAY! If you want me to forget about my future!!!”
Read Part 1 of ruining his life.
1 comment:
He's actually complaining about a legitimate excuse to take a break from homework? That is one weird teenager.
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