This morning killed me. I got out of bed, had a shower and sat on the couch with a cup of coffee. Daisy jumped up, snuggled her way into my lap and promptly went to sleep. She was so fucking adorable, that for just one moment, I wanted to throw a baby dress on her and rock her to sleep while singing lullabies.
But I didn’t. Instead I remembered what a pain in the ass she had been last night.
Daisy is very well behaved off a leash. In fact, I don’t typically put on her leash until we’re crossing a main street. She’s too lazy to run away, which is good since I’m too lazy to run after her. I’ve never had a problem with this until last night.
We were walking past the bus stop, when she decided she’s had enough of this walking bullshit and tried to climb the stairs to the bus. I didn’t know what to do; the woman who was trying to board the bus didn’t know what to do. Finally, she picked Daisy up, handed her to me and said, “Looks like your doggy is trying to save the environment by taking mass transportation.” I laughed as I took Daisy from her. This woman obviously underestimates the laziness that is a pug. Daisy just wanted to hitch a free ride so she didn’t have to walk in the heat. And really, can you blame her?