We named him after a Cajun shrimper we met on the coast because obviously, when I imagine him being able to speak it’s certainly with a Cajun accent.
“Laissez les Bon Temps Roulez!”
Feel free to send baby gifts.
We accept credit cards, personal checks and most importantly, gift cards for dog food.
Boudreaux comes from a long line of champion dock jumpers…which means for us, he can jump over my head while I’m trying to feed him.
He started out cute, cuddly and had sweet puppy breath. Within a week he became a 100 lb, foul smelling, voraciously chewing ding dong of a dog on crack. There is nothing on the outside of my house he hasn’t demolished…including outdoor electrical plugs. This long list of items includes water hoses, an expensive set of wicker patio furniture and cushions, and various toys. He also feels the need to dig up plants and shrubs and proudly destroy them at my back door.
I no longer plant flowers or decorate the house.
I have considered putting log chains on my tires.
On top of this, he has a strong affinity for smelling everyone’s crotch…or as Ella says, “crouch.”
The dog is possessed.
Around the age of five months, he began humping everything…and I do mean everything. He had a special affection for my daughters folding Spongebob chair. He humped for days and days until got pissed off and ate it.
He pooped yellow Spongebob particles for days.
This week he discovered the neighbors 20 lb mix breed. The multicolor hair, the petite frame and the ever constant presence of a female rear in his face was more than he could handle.
Picture if you will, Kristen Chenowith and Dennis Rodman.
Welcome to my world.
Rico and I have an ongoing discussion/argument about whether to cut his nuts off.
Obviously, I am all for it. Rico, uh, not so much.
It seems men have an aversion to cutting off nuts even when they are not the owners of said nuts.
I mean, I am pro-castration for any male who runs off and sleeps with the bitch down the road…man or canine. Agreed?