Yes, this moron dog was so stubborn about taking a ride in the truck today that he made sure he got himself nice and stinky by standing out in the rain until I let him in the truck.  And for those of you who do not know, you can smell a wet dog from about 6 miles away, making locking yourself into the cab  of a truck with one not so pleasant.

But as for him, he loved it.  We take Ben to school each day and pick him up together too.   And if I am not heading to something that I cannot take him to, he rides along……a real truck riding celebrity.  He doesn’t live the life of a dog, nor does he think he is one………so that is why today I got my revenge for His Royal Wetness.

We live in a great town, the Town of Edgewood.  And on our way back from the post office, I stopped at the town hall and got his license for this year and then took it home and put it on his collar.  That’s right, my revenge was to tell him he was a DOG and to prove it to him as well.  It was hard to strike back in any other way as his world is so diluted.   NOTHING smells bad to a dog, so what else could I do?  Sure, perhaps I could take the cat for a ride instead of him, but I am certain that would be more punishment for me, let alone the cat.

But much to my chagrin, the license did not have ANY effect on him.  A wet dog, sensory overload, and tomorrow it will be different, but similar.  Such is my life…..priest, husband, father, and dog chauffeur.

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+