Not his favorite thing

Nero is the biggest wussy dog I have ever met. I would not force him to wear this life jacket (OK that’s a lie, I would because it is funny) if he didn’t always want to chase the geese and ducks at the lake. Tell me if this dog does not look pissed in this picture.

Stupid little bastard will not swim just for fun, but god forbid a goose or duck catches his eye…off he goes. Loses all ability to hear me calling him (OK that’s a lie too…screaming at him). Will paddle his little ass off, never catch the bird and damn near drown in the process. Doggy rescue has occurred on more than one occasion. So the life jacket was bought and fitted onto him. I nearly pee’d myself laughing at him. He wouldn’t move from this position. Not if we called him from the other room. Not if we offered him his favorite treat. Uh huh, he wasn’t going to attempt even the smallest step forward. Acting as if whatever this polka dotted thing was that was wrapped around him would cut his wiener off at the slightest movement (he’s still traumatized from the castration apparently). I will have to get a picture of Kitty in her’s and post it. She only let it bother her for about the first three seconds it was on her, then she was off pinging around the house like she normally does, only stopping occasionally to nip at Nero’s butt. Even she thought he was being silly. Normally he wouldn’t stand for such behavior from her, but the thing had him, so the butt nipping was not on the top of his priorty list at the moment.

Forcing him to take pictures with us didn’t improve his mood much either. hee hee