Well whoop de doo

He's staying. The new dog, that is.

Not that I'm not glad or anything, but I just thought it was obvious.

After all, I approved from the get-go. How could I not approve? I get to blame him for everything. Something falls, it's Max's fault. A human squeals, It's Max's fault. There's a big noise, it's Max's fault.

I always come running, puffed up, ready to strike a fatal blow...well, maybe not a fatal blow, otherwise he wouldn't be around to swat again, but you get the idea.

Ummmmmm, contentment is a warm patch of sunshine, my "goofy dog" toy to play with, a real goofy dog to boss around, and Cati to rescue me if I get in over my head with him.

Life is so good.

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