I may be a bed hog but I am not much of a camera hog. I don’t like that thing pointed at me and it always makes me paranoid wondering what I am doing to warrant a picture taken. I know I get my baggy lips caught in my teeth, I’ve heard mom comment a few times about those pics and when I sleep so hard my tongue will slip out. She’s got some pictures of that too. I’m sure there’s blackmail pics of me sleeping with my head on my stuffed toys and sometimes she places them so I look even dorkier than I probably already did. Then there’s horrible pictures of me in silly Halloween costumes, Christmas neck bells, goggles and the cone of shame. The thought of what's on mom's Facebook makes me cringe! I’m going to take one of the pictures of me drinking beer and turn my parents into child services! Just kidding...I love beer!
Drinking beer with my dad
Speaking of beer, I'm a man's dog. I only drink Coors Light and when Dad's drinking the silver bullet, I'm right there by his side staring and drooling. He yells at me because I slobber drool from the moment he pops the top to when he finally gives me that last swallow. He says I’m the reason he drinks beer too fast. Mom tries to entice me with her local frufrubeers or those hoppy, organic microbrews. Yea, right toots! Real dogs drink real beers...hooooowl...right from the streams of the Rocky Mountains (my favorite place to visit). However, those sea salt organic chips from the people's republic of Boulder are delish and they make me want to put on my tie dyed collar and get into the downward dog pose.
Ommmmmmm….ommmmmmm
One healthy food I like is apples and not in a passing kind of way. When I see Dad eating one, I start to drool and when I eat an apple, I gobble the whole thing...core and all. In the fall, Dad and I eat Jonathan apples. I wait all year for fall so I can have some.
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