My dog is a fucking malcontent. I take a picture of him, he is scowling. My sons pet or hug him, he growls. He hops up on the bed, I let him under the covers to get warm, and ten minutes later he sighs and starts kicking the covers off me because now he is too warm. Also, he tries to push me over on the bed, so he can get comfortable. I leave him at the house, he carries on, I take him with us in the car and the entire trip he carries on. This dog is never fucking happy, which I'm amazed with given that we took him home from Cook County Animal Control. Oh there, there he was all 'My Dog Skip' with how much he wanted me and my wife to see what a happy, energetic, playful little dog he was. Now, he just mostly finds things to be unhappy with.
