5 minutes after moving in, i began to do what i swore i would not: i engage in conversation with the dogs. i ask them questions. i use complex sarcasm. i insult them. why do i bother? i always get the same response no matter what i say.
A: "millie, you're a headcase."
M: (blank face. tail wagging.)
A: "myles, where did i put my keys?"
M: (blank face. tail wagging.)
A: "millie, you are one ugly bitch (literally) and everyone hates you."
M: (blank face. tail wagging.)
i never thought i'd say this, but myles seems to be the mellow one. millie is a bundle of energy, ADD, and energy. she gets so taken by her excitement that so she bounds back and forth, unable to decide how expend it. she is high-maintenance and hates to be away from me. both of them are sweet, and are starting to like me more than they like amy and julia.
however, i want to say that if i let you out, that is your cue to relieve yourself. do not nuzzle me at 4am to let you out, because i gave you ample opportunity when i was awake. ample opportunity. you have to go when you have the chance. and that goes for the dogs, also. (ba-dump tssss)