The Teenage Years

The poor pup obviously took the heat wave the hardest this weekend.  You know, wearing a fur coat and all.

I was all, “Brady, make yourself comfortable.  Take off that fur coat!”  And he was all, “Shut up, that’s not funny.”

Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve entered the teenage years.  You know, the ones where he wants nothing to do with us and every time we try to snuggle with him he growls at us.  Which makes us just want to snuggle even more.

So I come up with this fabulous idea: let’s bribe him into loving us.  We took him to this amazing dog beach and played fetch with him all morning.  All of the sudden we weren’t such annoying parents anymore.

Then we gave him a curfew. 

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