My doggo engages the laser eyes.
And this concludes my humble dump of smug dogs.
I really wish camera phones were a thing back when we had our dalmatian mutt when I was a kid. I would have taken pictures. It was incredible.
>Little fund raiser bake sale for some school function
>Sprang it on mom last minute, because I'm a stupid kid
>She runs to the store the evening before to buy a massive platter of pic related
>Like 60 cookies as big as your hand just slathered in a half inch of pink frosting
>Set on counter
>Dad clacking away playing with this new "internet" thing
>Mom goes out front to water the flowers
>I go out front too just to play
>20 minutes later sister peeks out the front door
>"Um.. mom.. I think the dog at the cookies"
>Dalmatian mutt sprawled on the floor
>Not one fucking cookie left
>Call the vet and rush her there
>Panicking, running around, in the little vet room while the vet crouches down to listen to her heart
>Here it comes
>Just a huge flood of watery pink goo
>All of us stepping back and climbing up on chairs as the puddle spreads
>Only noise in the room is a ten second 'HUUUUUUUUUUURRR' from the dog
>The dog finishes vomiting
>Looks around the room
>Wags her tail and pants
>Vet wades through the mess
>Stands up and shrugs
>"She'll be fine now."
You know they say any story worth telling is worth embellishing, but I kid you not. That vomit pile was twice the size of that picture and a bright, beautiful pink. It was amazing. Yeah, it was scary there for a minute but looking back on that particular event and.. yeah. It was pretty amazing.
I hate to laugh at it. She could have died. Burst her stomach or something. She didn't though and looking back I can't help but to laugh a little.
My roommate's late dog, rest in peace Rusty, would set phasers to disintegrate.
The dog was camera shy. I gave him that chewy tire, then snuck up on him in a pitch black room to snap that picture. I was laughing for like twenty minutes when my phone showed the picture for a moment before going back to the camera.