of boomer and plops

Ok, so this little note has little nothing to do with plops.  (Must reserve plops for most important occasions, like half birthdays.)

But it does have to do with Boomer.  It's not your average look at how cute my little pupper is.

Because, really, Boomer has a face only a mother could love.

She's awkwardly shaped, all long like a wiener dog, but with a scruffly, rat like tail. A rat tail that's overgrown with sad long hairs that should be black but are becoming all white like.  She's growing a little white beard but it's not quite Santa or even dignified.

Her one ear just. sticks. out. Like, all up in your face, making you turn your head sideways to catch it all.  It's panoramic.

And she's got the crazy eye.

And she's mine, all mine.

Sometimes, though, she just takes my love- the love that sustains me through her shmugly face, her pooping on the carpet, her barking at air vent, her eating of my favorite grey old navy flip FLOP- and flings that love back at me, covered in her smug doggie poo.

Poo flinger, she is.

Because what she does is be all cute up in YOUR hizzouse and all DUMB up in mine.

She's all running around, letting herself out to pee, smiling and giggling in YOUR house.

Then she's all scurrying and flitting and fleeing and peeing in OUR house.

Dumb dog loves our parents' houses more than her own.  She's angelic and adorable at THEIR house and demonic and fugly at ours.

Fugster.  If she wasn't only so damn cute.

Does your pet fling their poo back at you (metaphorically speaking, after all they lack opposable thumbs)?