So last night R-man took me for a walk and lectured me before we left about not sniffing trash when we walked down the alley.
R-man is a retard.
I mean, I love the guy, but DUDE, I'M A FREAKING DOG.
First of all, Tuesday night is trash night and I can start sniffing it in the afternoon. Not that R-man or mom would care since they ignore me during the day. They say they "have to work" but that's a bunch of moldy dog treats.
So I just cross my paws and wait patiently. That's what Border Collies do, you know.
This cold weather has gotten me down but we can still walk, you know. Last night we skipped down the street and I got halfway down the alley and sure enough, R-man calls to me and we keep going and skip the alley completely.
There had to have been seven sets of trash out there and it's my job to sniff every single one, but NOOOOOO, we have to skip it.
Big dumb R-man.