Worst Blog Ever

Like me, Angus has a skin condition; it gets quite oily and sometimes gets scaly in places, and he attracts dirt like a white shirt at a ketchup (catsup?) factory. Unlike me, his skin condition is caused by yeast infections; it also affects his ears, and when this happens, he starts exuding a musty odour.

Angus started exhibiting this behavour as a young puppy, he would often go outside to poop, and then turn around and gobble up what he obviously considered mana from heaven. Our vet assured us that he would grow out of it. Well, he didn't  Not only did he not grow out of it, he started eating other dog's poop too! And not simply from the ground either! He use to run up to the big dogs in the park as they were squatting to do their business, and he'd start gobbling up the poop as if the other dog's anus was a soft serve ice cream dispenser! To this day, we can't turn our back on him because of his poopy treasure hunting skills!

...oh he also eats mud.

When we first adopted Angus as a puppy, he immediately exerted his dominance as the alpha. Whenever Walnut would walk by with a toy in his mouth, Angus would bite at Walnut's cheek until he gave up the toy. For the first four months of Angus living with us, Walnut's tail was almost always down between his legs as a sign of submission.

I've written quite a few comics about how he will often wake me up at night to go to the bathroom. While I would much rather him go outside than in, I'm fairly convinced the real reason he wakes me up is because he is bored.

If I'm working on my computer, as I am now, he will come over and start scratching at my leg to pay attention to him. If I try to rebuff his advance, he becomes more persistent and starts barking at me. When I finally give in, and go down onto the floor to play with him, he simply runs away and goes to grab a toy.

If his food dish is empty, he will scratch at it constantly until I fill it up; he wouldn't eat any of it, he just wanted to make the monkey dance!

Any time a door is closed (bathroom door, bedroom door, kitchen door, etc.) he scratches at it until we open it; he doesn't want in the other room, he just doesn't like closed doors!

I could probably think of many other reasons why I would dislike Angus if he belonged to someone else, but he doesn't belong to someone else. He belongs to me.

Angus is my Dog, and he is my very best furry friend. Maybe it is because he is my dog that I am able to look beyond all of his short comings and love him so much. And I do adore that little bugger! More often than not, when I look at Angus, he puts a smile on my face.

Thanks for Making me smile Angus!