I have always been boring to be around. My daughter thought so, and she was right. Long before she came along I spent some summers with nephews. And the only line of dialogue I remember from then, I heard from one of them a lot: “Uncle Joel, I have an idea!” Which idea mostly boiled down to “why don’t you put down the book, get off your ass and do something fun with me?”
And now there’s Little Bear. LB will put up with a polite dose of Daddy playing on the ‘pooter with his back to the world, but sooner or later he will decide sterner measures are required. He can’t really do the big brown eyes thing the way Ghost can, but he has his ways. And if subtlety doesn’t work, there’s always head-butting.
Ghost should be back from his weekend at the neighbors soon anyway. We’re gonna go do something fun now.
Hmmm, your dogs are male.
Mine’s female, which means that when I want to do fun things, it doesn’t want to be anywhere near me, I bet that if it could speak, it would be along the lines of:
“I don’t think we should be together”
“you’re so boring, do something spontaneous – NOW!”
“you’re so embarrassing”
and when I’m doing something that a little dog shouldn’t be anywhere near, like slopping OP sheepdip concentrate around or reversing a big trailer
“I miss you…”
“I want to be with you”
“we need to talk”
just like some of my more emo exes.