We ended up with another.

Before I found and married my wife, I was with another woman for awhile. We had got a dog together. A Boston Terrier named Ditto. After we broke up, we had "joint custody" for a time. Anyway, Mrs. D comes into my life, and I want to get the ex out permanently. I made the veeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrryyyyy difficult decision of letting her keep Ditto. This was a 2 years ago.

Ditto just got diagnosed with Cushings. He needs constant monitoring. My ex couldn't do it. My wife can bring him to the farm she works on, and give him the care he needs till we get home and I can watch him. So, my boy is back, but that makes 6 dogs, 2 cats, 2 pigs, 1 tortoise, 1 chinchilla.

Life is crazy, and this is Ditto:




PS: This picture was taken the first day on the farm. He had just seen a turkey for the first time...and promptly peed on it. That's my boy.

 

Thanks man.

Have you seen the mini-burger commercial for Burger King, where all the women flock around the guy with the little burgers?

The same thing happens with Ditto. He's an effing rock star.

 

Dude, he was talking about the little hairy guy who nobody wanted, that frequently crapped on the floor, whose name was Lucky.

Hmm.

Maybe he was talking about you...

 

I have two different responses for this you all choose which is best:

1. My grandmother will never forgive me for that.

OR

2. If women didn't want to get peed on they shouldn't wear urinal cakes.