Barking at the gods.

thefrogman:

I took Otis out for a walk. The skies let out a giant thundery grumble. Otis immediately went into attack mode. He didn’t know where the sound came from so he furiously turned in circles and barked at everything. He lives by the philosophy, “when in doubt, leave no stone unbarked.”

My dog follows the same philosophy. Today, my mom dredged up some pork chops in egg and flour for dinner. Instead of letting the egg go to waste, I cooked them up for the dog. Jerry has apparently never had a hot meal.

I put the hot eggs in his food and he tried to eat them right away, but then barked at them because they were hot. He continued to bark until I picked up the bowl and blew on the eggs. Apparently he is also a 2-year-old child.