Everyone! Meet our dog Walter. He is an 87 pound bulldog who is also 7 years old (geeeeeeze Mom, just throwing the weight and the age out there). I try to remind him that he is all muscle and it's the way God made him. Regardless, he's a little insecure about his figure so sometimes he gets on the treadmill.
Other times he is being harassed by his Dad. Case in point: LB put Walter in a tree. Walter gave me permission to narrate his thoughts about this whole experience.
I am not going to fit up here Dad. Look how far back my ears are.
OMG. You really are going to make me get up here.
I guess I might as well hit you with my fiercest model face while I am up here.
Ok. I am just getting hungry now.
What. In. The. Hell. Is. The. Point. Of. You. Putting. Me. In. A. Tree.
MOM!??? WHY AREN'T YOU SAVING ME!?? THAT FREAKING CAMERA!???
I am so disappointed in you Mom.
My Dad... I am just always disappointed in him. He's such a weirdo.
Which way am I going to jump off of this thing? Maybe, I'll just turn around...
I... umm (Mom please don't post this one)... am stuck.
Treana here: the poor guy is tortured all the time, but he's our crazy, giant, sweet-ish, stinky, lovable Walter. Walter and Skipper have demanded that more of their
torture adventures be shared here because they never fail to remind us that they are the ones that ultimately brought LB and I together. To that they say: "na na na boo boo. :p"