Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I am a self-proclaimed coffee addict. I don't need the caffeine I need the flavor. I can drink a cup and go to bed 5 minutes later-I am immune to its wake me up qualities. Anyway the point of all of this is my dog. He apparently takes after his mother. Over the past few months I have caught him stealing coffee from my cup when I leave it on the coffee table. Let me preface this by saying he is the most hyper dog I have ever met. He is one of "those" dogs-you know the kind that when you go visit a friend he is all over you to the point it is annoying-that is my boy, Millhouse aka B.Rad. Millhouse and coffee don't mix. Yesterday I found him slurping it down and I told him I was sad and he quit. However, twenty minutes later he puked foamy coffee all over the place. This is only perfect because last week after his first beach trip in which he ate sand-he puked sand granules everywhere. Life with Millhouse is always an adventure. He is hairless and cute ugly, my shadow and snuggle bunny.