tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196789917521796381.post-34639496432756758222008-07-24T16:44:00.005-05:002008-07-25T16:57:39.670-05:00Kevin is a puppy I took home from the city animal shelter on Saturday. I just wanted a dog so bad, having waited on this decision for over a decade, secretly plotting to trick my wife at a moment of weakness on her part.<br /><br />Having concentrated too hard on defeating my wife's good sense, I was vulnerable to Kevin's shenanigans. Right off, Kevin kicks my wallet in the privates by going lame and passing out from fever inside of twelve hours in my house. Two vet pit stops ensued, one of them a pricey after hours affair, essentially just to just to hear repetitions of,<span style="font-style: italic;"> "Doesn't look good; I dunno what's wrong with him"</span>. The only meaningful outcome of the vet visits was that Kevin got some of Heath Ledger's leftovers and responded by an almost instant healing. Quite the little coke-head, apparently.<br /><br />So, five days later the furry shitball looks to be completely on the mend, though the vet tells me he could keel over at any minute nonetheless, so I'm still doing this dance where I'm trying to wedge some reality in between Kevin and the kids' love beams. Personally, I could take Kevin sailing away far better than watching my family turn into blubbering mounds of trembling wishy wash.<br /><br />So Kevin you suck, and I can't wait to get home and get sloppy kisses from you then shower up and repeat with my wife.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><br/><br/>Copyright © 2008 Michael John O'Neill <br/>Originally published: http://blog.crisatunity.com <br/><br/>Find me: <a href="http://blog.crisatunity.com">Crisatunity blog</a> | <a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1177917682">Facebook</a> | <a href="http://twitter.com/crisatunity">Twitter</a> | <a href="http://friendfeed.com/crisatunity">FriendFeed</a></div>Crisatunityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11224068405843575576noreply@blogger.com