Ryker may be the cutest dog ever, but I don’t yet love him. He’s wild.
He’s teething. He jumps on me. He licks the dishwasher, the floor, the cabinets, my legs. He doesn’t like his leash. He bites. He chases the cat. He prefers to sit on the couch. He cries when he’s outside. He bites. He likes to sit in front of the stove when I’m cooking dinner. He barks at the bird feeders. Did I mention he bites?
I’m sure I will love him in about two more years when he’s too old to jump and too fat to chase the cat.
Two more years.
That’s all.
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