My hubby threw a super bowl party today for some reffing friends and his boss.
I have approximately zero interest in sports, and y’all know how social I am (especially with strangers!). So…I was totally looking forward to this! (/sarcasm)
First reffing friend walks in the door.
“Look at your dog!” (Who is jumping all over him. Yes, I’m a dog trainer. No, my dog is not “well-behaved” in the conventional sense…but he’s perfect to us!)
*pets Toby enthusiastically for several minutes*
“Man, I almost asked if I could bring Bear, but I figured, nah, that’s not something that’s acceptable…”
At which point I cut him off enthusiastically, “You totally should have! Man, that would have been awesome! …It would have given me something to do!”
He looks crushed, and mumbles something about wishing he had.
I said, “That’s OK, we’ll invite you over again and you can bring him.”
He spent the entire night playing with Toby and Parker.
When he left, he told us if we ever go out of town he would totally dog-sit Toby because he had fallen in love.
My hubby sure knows how to pick ’em :-D
And if any of y’all ever come over to my house?
Your dogs are totally invited.