As you know, I own two dogs. The yellow one and the black one. My black dog is extremely energetic, while the yellow one mostly lays around in a lazy haze all the time.
My sister also owns two dogs. Her dogs are pretty similar to mine. The first is a golden retriever. Which, it were even possible, is even lazier than my yellow dog.
But also? She owns a golden doodle. I think it would be calmly understated to say that the dog acts like it is jacked up on methamphetamines all the time.
Let me give you an example of how our weekends go when the dog is around.
(P.S. Her dog’s name is Dolce. And my yellow, calm dog’s name is Nala. Keep that in mind.
P.S.S. Dolce is a large male who is the most un-masculine dog ever. His bark and cry is about 30 decibels higher than the sound of nails on a chalkboard)
Me: Hey Sarah! I’m so glad you’re here! Welcome to our… DOLCE! No! Down! Get Down!
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry .
Me: How was your trip?
Sarah: Oh, it was good. DOLCE! Stop! Come here!
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry.
Me: How long did it take you? DOLCE! Stop licking Nala’s butthole!
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry. (Licks Nala’s butthole some more.)
Sarah: It took about 3 hours.
Me: Oh, good. Are you hungry? DOLCE! Stop licking Nala’s hoojoo (aka my word for her private area)
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry. (Comes over and jumps up on me because I told him “no”)
Sarah: Yes, I could eat. DOLCE. Seriously, dog. Stop.
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry. (Jump on Sarah because she told him ‘no’.)
Meanwhile, the other dogs lay around calmly, acting like nothing is going on. We all settle into catching up. However, while my sister, mom, and husband can all ignore Dolce’s crazy actions, somehow I am unable to block him out.
So here is the rest of the evening:
Sarah: How is your job?
Me: Oh it’s good. DOLCE! If you don’t stop licking my dog’s butt I am going to kill you!
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry.
Sarah: Here, I’ll hold him over here so he will stop crying.
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry (His thoughts: if only I could get back over to Nala to lick her butt, life would be grand)
Me: How’s your job? DOLCE! Stop crying!
Sarah: Good.
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry.
Me: Why don’t you get this dumb dog neutered? Maybe then he would stop being so obsessed with Nala!
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry
Sarah: Because I think he acts like that because he has some dog form of obsessive compulsive disorder or possibly ADHD.
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry
Me: Well, you need to get him some Ritalin!
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry cry (Yes! I escaped! First item of business? Licking Nala’s butthole! Oh no, she raised her teeth at me! What does this mean? It must means she likes it! I am going to lick her butt again! Oh no! She attacked me? What does this mean? It must mean she loves me! I love you too Nala! Let me lick your ear!)
Me: DOLCE! STOP LICKING NALA!
Dolce: Cry cry cry cry cry
You might be thinking to yourself: Why do they continue to keep such an insane dog?
Well, he is adorable. And sweet. And I guess that trumps that fact that he is a total moron.
See? All four dogs. Dolce is the one in the sweatshirt. It supposedly helps calm him down. I am convinced that nothing short of a brain transplant will do such a thing.
