Short Round is reading Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods.
This is my dog, Ozzy. Or John Osbourne Moyer III when he’s in trouble.
I love him to bits, and plan on getting a tattoo dedicated to him at some point, but he is an evil little thing.
Everyday, he comes in my bedroom. Sits next to the door so it closes. And every 10 - 30 minutes he needs out. And this process goes on until I go to sleep. Every. Day.
If I don’t pay him enough attention, he chews things up. But only the things that I’ve been using lately. He chewed up my DS charger, a PS2 controller wire, 2 phone chargers, and various items of my ex-boyfriend’s. He couldn’t chew up my ex-boyfriend.
He steals my blankets while I sleep. He sleeps on the floor (in a nest made of 3 stolen blankets) right next to my bed, and at least once a week I wake up to my blankets slowly falling to the floor. I look to see him pulling them down to the floor.
He sits on the floor, chewing his butt, as dogs tend to do. And, as I’m lazy, I will toss stuffed toys at him to get him to stop. Mostly cause the sound annoys me. I toss the stuffed toy, he looks at me like “Sorry, I’ll wait until you can’t hear me” and curl up and go to sleep. He knows this happens. He expects it. Now, he knows I have ran out of stuffed toys to toss at him because they have all mysteriously traveled to my daughter’s room (I blame the kid for that… Though I could be wrong.)
All in all, he’s the perfect dog for me :D