Bert brought home a new dog because it didn't have a home.
We thought he was cute, but obviously after running away for the sixth time, the feeling is not mutual.
I've tried to figure out what's not to like about us...
It could be because he's tired of the domestic disputes between himself and our old dog, Kate.
It could be due to the fireworks that we've let off for three consecutive days.
Or, I guess it could be Jesse's feeding routine, or lack thereof.
But whatever it is, it's pretty embarrassing to have the neighbor bring him back for the fourth time in one day and say, "I think he just likes my house because we have kids to play with."
Hmm. Yeah.
If only we had some of those somewhere...
