Why do i care whether the beds i buy are Mastiff proof when the Brindle Bastard just digs a hole in my lawn to sleep in ?
Why do i pester the butcher to quater the dino bones when we bury the buggers after 5 minutes chewing anyway ?
Why do i replace the mozzie screens in the sliding doors (with the 'pet proof' expensive mesh) when the goofs just headbutt their way through the damn things 5 minutes later ?
Why does it take 20 minutes extra to mow the lawn cause 2 goofs want to kill the lawn mower ?
Why did i listen to the bloke who said i should get a second drooling machine who steps on my toes and eats me out of house and home ?
Because i love big puppy snuggles when i get home from a terrible day at work. No matter what .....the boys are always stoked to see me arrive home every day. The love i get when i walk in the door makes up for any BS any human can dish out at me.
They bring me back to reality ........ to quote one of my fav musicians Bradely Nowell .... "Look at all the love we found !"