At the height of Orange Crush, Goddess seemed dazed and confused like she always does, reeking of medical marijuana but with all of the sirens blaring in the distance she appeared especially bothered. Sarah and I were watching her intently so we were totally unprepared when Winston, the little gay dog, said he had something to say.
We turned and faced the little brown and white dog wearing a red sweater a rainbow on it with the words "Too cute to be straight."
We were totally unprepared to learn that our little gay dog is also the product of an interracial relationship. A drunken Jack Russell Terrier picked up a lose Chiwawa behind a bar and conceived Winston, the little gay dog.
I tightened my arm around Sarah who was overwhelmed with the news, her eyes moist with concern for her little boy.
Goddess put her paws over her head.
It explained so much!
Every time we board them, Winston, the little gay dog, gets in trouble for making aggressive sexual advances at black male German Shepherds and black Doberman Pinschers.
I'd never get much thought to the other dogs that he preferred but suddenly it made sense.
Winston, the little gay dog, has had black and he's not going back.
What do good Christian parents do when confronted with such news about their children? Right then and there, we picked up our little Winston, the little gay dog, and let the son-of-a-bitch (I mean that literally) know how much we love and support him.
Goddess was blowing smoke rings letting us know that she really didn't give a shit.
Today, we are celebrating our family!
Sarah and I are extremely proud parents of two very distinct and diverse dogs that we love with everything we have, just like all good parents.
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