The Annual Dog Complaint

It's been three years now.

You know what I'm talking about.

It's the dog.  Still here.

Here's my annual nice thing I'll say about the dog:

He is nice and warm when he curls up on the couch with us on those cold winter nights.


But, he drools all over my lap when I take him to the bank drive-through as he almost leaps into the teller window knowing they're going to give him a dog biscuit.  So I guess it's even.