Wednesday, June 12, 2013

My Dog: Sir Nugginton Von Hat

Alright, I haven't talked much about my life, aside from reiterating the lack of funds I have ALL THE DAMN TIME.

My hair doesn't look like this. I cut that shit off.

However, I have the most awesome dog so I'm going to gush about him. He is fantastic. If you don't think my dog is cool, well eff you. I didn't ask your opinion, and I don't think your stupid dog is cool. So there. Feel better about yourself?

The Best dog face ever.
My dog's name is Nugget. Everyone thinks it's so funny, but I like silly names for dogs. The thing that disturbs me is dogs that have people names, which is why I think my brother's dog should have been named Cereal like my nephew wanted, not Thomas.

Suave Mother Fucker. He's between 1 and 2 here.
Anyway, I've had my dog for almost six years. I got him when he was six weeks old, and he weighed about 5.5lbs. Holy shit he was the cutest thing ever, and I cherished him since I had to write a research paper in order to get him. My parents don't fuck around, and my mom refused to take care of a dog. A RESEARCH PAPER! I also had to give an oral report to them. I REALLY wanted a freaking dog. Anyway, he was my big Christmas present that year. Best. Christmas. Ever.

He was so little back then!

Now before I get into the happily ever after part of this story, let me just say my dog can be a pain in the ass. He is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, and like most working class dogs he is smart. He is too smart for his own good, and he tests the boundaries of my patience on a daily basis.



The smile of a menace! Sorry about all the shit in the background. This was before I knew how to be domestic.

 My Taller lankier (skinny ass) half, and I do not walk Nugget on a leash, and so sometimes he's prone to running off. You'd think we'd be less lazy and just leash him, but most of the time he's pretty good about staying close. You can always tell he's going to sneak away, because he either gets this sly look on his face, or he gets really excited and just runs around like the best thing ever just happened to him. Either way, it's hella annoying. Luckily he's not hard to chase down, after all, he's working with stubby legs and too much body.



You wouldn't think that would run away, oh but you would be wrong.

He will try to sneak food, paper, dryer lint, cat food, or whatever the hell else he can get his mouth around. I am grateful that we do not have to deal with counter surfing, otherwise we'd never have food to eat. The best part about the food sneaking, is my dog has a terribly sensitive stomach so I end up having to clean up after his ass anyway. The temptation of eating greatly outweighs the vomiting, apparently. This concept is beyond me.

He was in time out. This is his sad face.

Another thing is... He barks. Don't ever get a corgi if you want a quiet household. They are known for their vocal personalities, and he makes noise all the time. This is bitter sweet thought, because he will let us know if he REALLY has to potty, which is nice and cuts down on inside accidents. Anything that happens bathroom wise in my house is our fault, because chances are, he warned us already. Now, that may be nice, but he barks if anyone knocks on the door, and I mean anyone, even me. Any loud noise gets a warning bark, and sometimes he just barks at you if you're standing there. We have a 'quiet' command in place, but it's not always helpful. If you get on to him about being loud, he will still bark, but he will do it quieter and sneakily. It's kind of funny, because it's still a bark, and you still hear it, but he thinks he's getting away with it. Dog logic.

Alert! Shit got real, but there was nobody at the door.

The cool part about having my dog, is he is always happy. All the time. He screams bloody murder when I get home from school/work. He is just so thrilled to see me. His whole entire body shakes with excitement, and he just cant wait for you to sit down, so he can wiggle all around in your lap and tell you about his day.

"I really love you."

He's also fun to make nick names for. I call him anything from Nug Hat, to Sailboat, to Dr. Man-Hat-Man (a spin off Dr. Manhattan for my Watchmen lovers). Of course, he loves that you acknowledge his presence, and like most dogs he will come to anything you call him if you say it sweetly enough.

Boyfriend likes to put socks on his body... Lol

He also has a personality and a half. He loves cats, and some other dogs, but he is very picky about dog friends. He also isn't a fan of Tavi (The ferret), and follows him around anytime he's loose in the house. I tell Nugget that he's too bossy, and needs to worry about himself.

Once upon a time, they were kind of two peas in a pod.

 He can be incredibly playful, and loves to play fetch. He can also occupy himself which can be nice sometimes when you don't want to play. He'll throw his toy himself, and try to catch it. Most of the time though, he's just lazy. He probably sleeps to much (which is why he's overweight I'm sure), but I just let him, because I'm just as lazy.

"I'm too tired to hold my head up. That's what the wall is for."

Anyway, at the end of the day he's the best cuddly puppy ever, and now you know a teensy bit about my life.
Dog Photo Bomb.

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