Traveling Thoughts

My dog, he’s cute.  He’s always been cute, the cute little white (was supposed to be apricot) toy poodle that he is.  He put up with so much crap from us girls it’s not even funny.  When he was younger and we were younger we’d put him in the cradles that were meant for our dolls.  We’d even try to dress him in the clothes that were meant for our dolls.  The things we’d do…

But then there’s the things he’d do. 

When the pound puppies would disappear off my bed all I had to do was go to his kennel and they’d usually be there, and he’d be wrapped around him…

If we couldn’t find our chapstick it was usually because he’d found it.  And if we found him, we’d see that he managed to get the lid off the chapstick and was eating it.

There was this one time (at band camp, j/k) that I came into my room and the blinds were pulled up and the window was open and my dog was standing in the windowsill.

He’s just a cute little dog, what can I say…

What he did today was awfully cute though.  When there’s people at the door that he knows, I’ll let him out to sniff them, he’ll usually just stay there at the door until they come in or I call him in because they’re leaving.  This time however, my uncle wasn’t worth much of a sniff.  Dominic (my dog) took a quick sniff and proceeded down the driveway to where my uncle’s truck was parked.  The door was open, so Dominic tried to get in.  Unfortunately for him, the truck sits too high off the ground, and Dominic couldn’t get in, but that didn’t stop him from waiting down there until my uncle went to get him…

It was cute…