I love basset hounds, we have two of them at home.
"No, I don't want to walk."
This would be one of them showing her opinion of taking a walk in ninety-degree weather.
Her sister is not quite of the same opinion, but is certainly just as lazy and spoiled.
Our girls are very much pet dogs, mostly not doing anything if they can get away with it, or stealing comfy chairs to sit on. My mother has referred to them as “Writer’s Dogs”, meaning that a writer can have them because they will be happy to serve as foot warmers while their slave owner works at writing. She also calls them useless.
I very much agree with her. Our girls don’t do a lot, they certainly don’t do what they were bred for. They lie around and look cute.
I love them though, but they love attention more than lying around, and sometimes it is very hard to get anything done because I will have one or both of them pawing at my legs, rubbing against me and generally being very demanding.
Conclusions? I love blaming them for the reason I’m not getting my homework done. Mostly because there is a grain of truth in it.
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