Having a dog can be awesome. Super awesome, at times. I have a dog. His name is Spike. He's 100 pounds of love and snuggles... most of the time. You've read about him many times- like here and here and also here. Sometimes he is really really cute...
Even though his mother dressed him a holiday scarf worthy of a playground beat-down,
you can't deny this is one snuggly little guy.
But even the cutest of creatures can have a bad day. Spike has had many.
This was my adorable wine bottle-holding Italian chef.
I don't drink wine but he looked really cute on my counter.
Spike killed him in a vain attempt to reach a left over granola bar on the counter.
Povero piccolo cuoco!
And who could forget Tablegate...
And I won't even get into the amount of this I have to deal with...
Although some could argue that's not really his fault. But this certainly was...
The infamous window he climbed through when we were out...
And the view from the roof he was standing on when our neighbors rescued him.
And I don't think anyone will forget this beauty. Coming home to an episode of CSI in my own pantry...
I'd like to say that was the last time he locked himself in the pantry, but while some labs can rescue people buried in an avalanche, mine can't seem to figure out that the pantry door closes behind him. Every freaking time.
But we love him, that little Spike of ours. How could you not when he looks like this?
Like children, he is precious when asleep.
And, well, sometimes we might deserve some of the surprises he leaves for us due to the things we make him put up with...
Isn't he cute in a fedora?
Really, people? I said I was sorry for the roof incident.
Please don't let any of my friends from
the dog park see this.
Again with the hats?
And sometimes, it's good 'ol fashioned payback, my friend...
Merry freaking Christmas
Do I look like a reindeer to you?
Having a dog can be a lot of work and a ton of fun!
That's just my normal.