I was cooking dinner last night and got really bored. I decided to play puppy paparazzi.
Kane, my golden retriever, is the goofiest, sweetest, fetchinest, twitchiest dog I have ever seen in my life. He especially loves twitching on the couch…but last night, he took advantage of our naked bed. You don’t need sound, but if you don’t have it, at the end I ask him what he is doing. He seems to be just as confused as I am.
Turns out, he was letting off some steam. He and Duke had a HUGE argument over the placement of the cat food bowl. After his twitching session, Kane called Duke in for a heart-to-heart. It didn't end well...
Duke did not like what Kane had to say, and made fun of Kane with a traditional tongue sticking out face.
Kane was so upset with Duke's reaction to his opinion, he immediately gathered his closest friends. They went to the couch and held a pre-intervention for Duke for his assholeness.
The moment of truth...THE INTERVENTION...WILL Duke get help? It seems he did not like the idea very much.
Kane is left to wallow in his own misery, wondering what he could have done.
Ultimately, Kane and Duke make up, but only on the grounds that Duke goes to anger management. He lets Duke stay in the house and they live happily ever after.