an escape attempt

i swear that my dog is bat shit crazier than yours. on the real. between walking around whining, pretending he's a 60 pound lap dog, and humping his brother i can assure you life with mac is never boring.
shitler says that he will wait on the back steps for me until i get home.  as in he won't move.
for anything. he has to be touching you constantly.  leaning up against you, his paw delicately placed over your hand, his head in your lap, etc.  overall he's just an attention seeking/needy horn dog.
my friend sent me this side by side the other day. it should be noted that the westminster dog on the left is not a border collie.  it's an australian shepherd.  so basically cousins.  but HELLO mac's doppleganger.

quick story and then i'm done with this random post about nothing.

on a normal basis i can let both my dogs out and not have to worry about them.

like i couldn't lose mac if i tried because that dog is way too obsessed with me to ever go anywhere.

but i digress.  because on sunday afternoon i let them out and mac made a fucking bee-line for the bar across the lake and left me standing on the shoreline screaming like a lunatic.

that's it.  bye.

p.s. none of that junk on the shoreline is mine.