Wet krakens, love.

It’s 7am and pouring. Both dogs are glaring at me like “You’re a bad owner. Can I go out now or is that spot on the carpet calling my name?”

So I take them out, knowing that the “why am I wet?” attitude is coming.

We run outside. Both dogs look at me like, “WHY IS IT RAINING? MAKE IT STOP!”

Well, great.

Luckily, the krakens are efficient and sometime between drying them and keeping them from jumping on my bed I realize that I actually like these dogs, and my threats of throwing them in the pound or eating them are, well, empty.

Ugh. All those fava beans for nothing! I still reserve the right to bitch and moan and farm them out to unsuspecting friends.

And since it’s Friday, some throwback videos are in order. RSS/facebook readers: click here to see the videos.