Is that love?
Bundy is not going to let me enjoy this coffee; the first coffee that I have bought at a coffee shop in months. Bundy is going to strain at his leash, and whine, the entire time that I sit here.
When I went inside, to get my coffee, he hollered for me, and he hollered, and hollered, like a mad person in a mental institution; he has separation anxiety, amongst many other mental issues. He is scared that I am not coming back, when I tie him down, and walk off to do something. Morisson just sits there pleasant as a pretty spring day, oblivious to the crazy dog that he is tied up next to, the crazy dog that he lives with, the crazy dog that he has to put up with.
I love Bundy, in spite of himself, despite his extreme manic nature. He is bi-polar, I think. He needs a pill. He needs therapy, and a disability check. No one would hire him. He would have been dropped off at the pound, long ago, if he hadn’t been dropped on me.
Bundy wears a muzzle, now, when he is out in public; good thing, too, today. I believe that he just tried to take a friendly bite out of the man who just walked by. Bunder is a “nipper:” that is why he wears the muzzle. He likes to give love bites.
To finish this story of Bundy, click here:
http://boldspicynews.com/2011/01/22/the-daily-k-is-that-love/

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