I'm a slacker. Wolfie said so. She'd know. *cough*slacker*cough* However, I must report that my daughter's dog is a freakin' GENIUS dog. Watch out, Ace the Bathound, Crius the Arrow Dog is going to streak your lightening...
I know, that was lame. Sue me. (And Lian named him 'the Arrow Dog'...I'm sure Ollie was involved)
He barks. I have complained of his noise before as I recall. But he doesn't just 'bark'. He woofs. And he doesn't just 'woof', he WOOFS. Like Mouse from the Dresden Files woofs...only without the magic glow and feet that make earthquakes. It scared the crap out of me and three goons trying to break into the house.
Lian has wandered off for the summer break to stay with the Santoses (I smell more Disney induced insanity in Martin's future) for a few weeks, so I took advantage of the offspring free atmosphere to have more than two beers and pass out in front of the most boring soccer game ever. I hear glass break and get up, only to have my eardrums ruptured by Crius barking. Even better! He's got ALL THREE of the housebreakers squashed against the wall with his mammoth-sized body and was barking at me to get my butt up and help!
I love our dog. I don't know what he is other than canine, but I love our dog.
How does the texting work? Roy <3 Crius?
I told Nightwing I'm going to train Crius to be my sidekick. Winger was unamused...not unusual these days. Robins version C and E (I refuse to acknowledge the whole Red Robin nonsense...yummm) laughed their butts off and even Bats cracked a teeny tiny smile. I think ol' Bats is mellowing in his old age.
So I think I'm going to further enjoy an offspring free house tomorrow and repaint Lian's bedroom a less lurid shade of pink. I feel like I'm walking into a Vegas bordello everytime I tuck her in at night. Maybe something more light burgundy than Barbie (Mia's words not mine).
RH
