Another Show to Watch..

I'm watching Animal Planet: Planet Earth.  It's about trees and birds...two topics which I could not be more interested in, but I can't stop watching!  Planet Earth is saaawheeeet!

Did you know there is a tree in the Sequoia Forest that weighs more than TEN blue whales?  It's the largest living organism on Earth.  In the same forest, there are some evergreen trees of some kind that are over 5,000 years old...since before the pyramids were built!  That's what the lady's voice on the TV tells me anyways.

Animal Planet commercials are crazy.  One of them featured a new series: Animal Hoarding.  I will totally be watching that...and I will totally make William watch that.  Why?  To instill a fear and hatred in him for animal hair in the home.  Ew.  If I could find a nice dog that was as self-sufficient as a 12 year old child (assuming most 12 year old kids are 100% potty trained?), smelled like Febreeze, and never ever ever ever ever shed a single hair,  I would totally have a house pet.

So far I haven't found that pet.  So we won't be having any house pets soon.

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This is Buddy.  Buddy is not a house pet.  Buddy isn't even really a pet.  Buddy is a person in a dog's body.

 Buddy understands English.  He may not obey commands in English, but he understands it.  You can have a conversation with Buddy, and I'm pretty sure he's listening.  Unfortunately, he has that unwieldy dog-mouth, so he can't answer very well.

Buddy is old.  Buddy has bad hips.  Buddy is the equivalent of the old senile man in the nursing home who yells at nothing and sleeps through a tornado.  Buddy is spoiled; Buddy sleeps in a reclining chair in his own shed with his own heat lamp.  Buddy is living the life.  Buddy rides the golf cart.  No one rides the golf cart if Buddy can't ride the golf cart.  Buddy is boss.

But even Buddy sheds, so he can't come in the house.