Senior Staff Writer Henry Golub’s got some new suitemates he’d like to talk about.
There’s an old saying that the farther you get from water, the more you feel like a fish.
I tend to agree.
Today I’d like to discuss a very personal, even serious topic: my new suitemates. It has been a challenging adjustment living alongside labradoodles I haven’t seen in over a year. I had forgotten at school that dogs are demanding suitemates—and that they often forget to do even the most simple of common courtesies. Neither of my dogs ever clean up, or even pick up, their own dishes. Neither of them vacuum, and I’m pretty sure that neither of them have bathed in like two weeks. Sure, they are “very good girls” and the “best girls!” and all, but why don’t either of them ever dry their own paws after running around outside on a rainy day?
My dogs don’t read Bwog, so I figured I’d use the platform to take a closer look at their behavior over the past few weeks. Here it goes:
I was just kidding before, my dogs are the best suitemates.
Phoebe via Moi
Penny via Moi