He was born that way. Even as a small pup, he was never the type to be all bouncy and playing with toys. He has shunned (shhhhhhuuuuunnnnneee…d *shout out to Nikki and Nesha!*) every toy I ever brought home to him. The only time he even pays them any mind is when he wants to take it away from Kitty. He knows she is mocking him with all the jumping around and squeaking. Nero is all gloom and doom.
Please, you humans (and the little black rat looking thing that follows you around everywhere)! Please, I am begging you, let me curl up under the covers as if the world is about to end and let me rest! Can’t you see that I am depressed, my social security check hasn’t gotten here yet!
Now, Kitty adores us and she shows it in every way possible. She jumps at your feet and if she wants to play she actually and literally bites playfully at your ankles. She bounds into the room and onto the bed or sofa and I swear she is smiling because she is just so damn happy we allow her to live with us. She does the cutest little dance if you ask her if she wants to go for a walk, get in the car, or just to go outside to go potty. The girl has endless energy! But, at the same time, she will plop down in your lap and if you are kind enough to scratch her neck, she actually hugs you. I can’t describe it…she curls her headdown and into you and pushes against you as if to say “I love you, I love you, I love you! Please keep scratching me.” I know she is really appreciating the doggy massage.
Nero on the other hand…Well!! There is no discernable emotion to this guy. He acts like a disgruntled employee, who just puts up with the whole petting business if it means he may get a raise this year. We should feel privileged to be living with HIM. And what in the hell is up with the crappy, dry, tasteless kibbles day after day…begging for french fries is humiliating, just give me the damn things, you KNOW I deserve them!
Really, I shouldn’t be so hard on my Nero (a.k.a. - niggy, nerry, fat lard, grumpy, negro (btw: not meant in any kind of derogatory way, so please no pissy comments), gro, fatty, etc.). After all he is my heater bag dog on cold nights. All that blubber radiates heat like you wouldn’t believe. And I think that the excitement might actually be real when you ask if he wants to go for a walk or go in the car or boat.
Either way, I LOVE my dogs. I am obsessed with my dogs. And if I get my way, I will get a third within the next year. It takes time to plant seeds in Blain’s head, but I see the glimmer of a little sprout! Yeah!!!!
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