Cats are Cool, but Dogs Smell After Three Days... wait, scratch that... Cats are Just Cool

The dog came home. On her second day, she bit me. On her third day, she nipped me. By her forth day, she was peeing in the house much less. We've had a disagreement as to which of us is the boss. Books from the library gave me some clues, as did my sinister. We both now agree that I am the boss.

She eats poop. I kid you not. Being a cat person my entire adult life, up until now, I had not had the pleasure of witnessing this unusual quirk about dogs. Some of them eat their own poop. This is not right. It's just wrong. No wonder they sell so many doggie breath biscuits.

But... she is a very nice dog and mostly well mannered, as far as dogs go. We walk her two or three times a day. Me in the am and Mark in the pm. One of us usually takes her in between. For this reason alone, she is worth the lot. I'm less lazy and getting fresh air, all be it freezing, early morning, winter air that makes my cheeks burn.

And here's a quote heard by a fly on the wall: I can't believe I just kissed a dog.