My dog really is just a cute little lump.

When we had adopted him, I had promised my parents all sorts of things; I would wake up early everyday to walk the dog, I would give him a bath every single day, and I would love and love and love and love him.

Now let us fast forward to two months after I got the dog. My dad goes and walks the dog in the morning while I snore in my bed. My dad and I share the dog-washing, and my mom sometimes takes him out to a saloon to have a fur-cut.

It’s quite different now then what I imagined. My dad is doing most of the work, my mom is getting the most love, and I am getting the most fun playing with him when I want to.

My dog was supposed to sleep with me in my bed… instead, he sneaks up onto the master bedroom bed when my mom is taking a nap and not noticing.

Regardless, I still love my dog, so this is a tribute to him and all the great times I had with him. I hope you enjoy it.