Day 33 - No, its not a bear...

...its my big moose of a dog, Metro. Or Checho, as Owen calls him. He's a huge, wirey hair, mess of a thing. Strong. Thinks he's a lapdog. Has eyes that look human. A mixed-breed street dog. I rescued him from my old place of employment. He's actually a pretty good dog, but I'm mad at him today. Like ready to get rid of him, mad. He bit my other dog (5 pound yorkie) this morning and now he's having a hard time getting around. Grant it, the small dog totally brings it upon himself so I don't feel too sorry for him. I'm so over these dogs. I used to be such a dog person...until I had a kid. I simply don't have time for their crap anymore! They've never gotten along, due to the little one with little mans syndrome, and we've had them both together since 2003. When will Gomer (thats his name) learn? I don't think he ever will. I wish I could find a nice home for Metro. On a farm. I wish my dad would take him. Do you want him? I'll ship him to you!!! :)