(seriously, why don’t I have a custom ring tone for her?)
“How’s my dog?”
“Again. Mom. He’s MY DOG. Not yours…”
“I miss him…how is he?”
(I had mentioned that he needed a bath…which is an activity that can also can drive me to drink)
“What about me, mom? Don’t you want to know how I am?”
“I spoke to you already. I know you’re okay.”
Hearing a lot of stories about how parents who don’t do shit for their kids.
Despite the crazy…my mother has done a lot for me.
*picks up phone*
“Nothing. Just calling you randomly to tell you you’re an alight mom. A good one sometimes…”
“Nothing. It is a random call…that’s what random means.”
“Oh! Thank you! Tell the dog that I need to buy him some new toys. Because I know you haven’t. That poor thing.”
By the way…I went to fix her computer last weekend. Noticed that in her email she has a folder specifically for my dog. It’s where she sends the photos I send her.
I’m a sub-folder to my dog.
My mother has sent her list…
She’s asked me what the dog wants/needs for Christmas…
My dog is half Yorkie, half Poodle. No…I don’t call him a Yorkie-Poo. I despise that phrase. I’d rather call him a Yoodle or something that doesn’t end in “poo”.
Anyway… I adore him. Today, someone I’ve been working with found out that I have a dog, and then asked me if he howled.
After four years years of having a dog, I actually had to google “do Yorkies howl?” (I chose Yorkie over Poodle because he’s more like a Yorkie – i.e. LOUD and YAPPY.
I found this video and promptly lost my shit laughing. Only press play if you can handle what basically sounds like a bunch of squeaky toys going off at once.
Happy Friday y’all
“In November, I’m going to update my will…”
Me (to dog)
“Cairo. You know this means she’s leaving money to you…”
Mom laughs heartily. But does not deny it.
My mother calls.
Hears the dog in background.
“Ooooh! I have a present for Cairo!”
(My birthday is in a few days…)
My mother to the dog: “Cairo have you put on weight?”
Me: “mother. You’re not going to give my dog body issues at 3 years old. He’s furry for crissakes…”