Why are you running away from you when its cold, wet, and raining?

Shane is dog sitting for the next few days, and based on what we've seen thus far, things are not going to go well.

See, I do not like Coco one bit. As I write this he paces his cage, whimpering and barking begging for someone to let him out; which I just had to deal with as well, and that was not fun. Intro, I took the dog out to go to the bathroom. Put him on his leash and walked to the backyard, stood there for a while, and realized he wasn't doing anything. So, I released him from his fetters thinking he would react similarly to the way he does when he's prancing around the apartment: following us around and generally being a sissy. This did not happen, however. Instead, he bolted. And I mean that in every sense of that word. Now, in this regard dog's playing around is fine for a while, but when the dog runs around the house every time you approach him, making his way to each neighbor's yard before being distracted long enough by the neighbors' son is not the kind of playing around that I subscribe to. In fact, that's the kind of playing around that I very strongly dislike. Human or animal, annoying playing is not my game. First, we were told that the dog doesn't bark, and yet, here we have him sounding off several times a second like his life's in danger. Second, I can hear Marc upstairs, walking around. The dude's usually asleep right now, and I bet he's also pacing but with thoughts of kicking our door down with a rifle and shooting the annoying bugger. Third, I released him from his cage thinking that he'll whine less roaming the apartment. Its working thus far, but he likes the idea of running around, investigating under the bed (which is fine), and jumping in with me (which is nowhere close to fine). The thought of sleeping is chased off by the constant scampings of this tiny dog with the high-pitched yelp, and the under bite. Actually, the thing looks like an Ewok; minus the crossbow, dancing skills, developed language, and general being adept at capering.

What I'm seeing here can be chalked up to being remarkably spoiled. A jaunty sweater, short designer leash, and Doggles. Yeah, Doggles. They're goggles for dogs. Awwwwww, no. Its not cute. That's insane. This is a dog. A wild animal. That means that up until a few thousand years ago they roamed the plains in packs hunting other wild animals and not whining because we've left the room. Sure, dogs have been domesticated, but this guy is a complete sissy in every sense of the word.