Our dogs are highly mistreated.
Somebody better call PETA and the ASPCA.
They never get special treats.
They don't get to lay in our beds.
They aren't allowed on the sofa.
They don't get to lick plates before they go in the dishwasher.
No one ever makes special trips in our house to find a dog to love on.
No one allows the dogs to lay on top of them immediately after the alarm goes off, and lick their face.
No one absent-mindedly rubs Mandy's belly when she parks it on top a foot when you have your legs crossed.
No one opens and closes the back door a thousand times a day to let them chase squirrels, and airborne vultures and butterflies and helicopters and deer.
No one appreciates the fact that Smokie has something to 'say' on just about every topic.
No one wants to be reincarnated as one of our dogs in the next life.
And most certainly, no one wants to roll up in a sleeping bag and snuggle a dog.
Our dogs are not loved. Not one bit.