Wishes, Kisses, and Cancer

3 Years Later...

Throw and, catch. "Good job Bane! Now bring the frisbee back to mommy!" This is becoming my new favorite game this frisbee. It's a lot to take in all this running for a 60 year old. That's in dog years. In what they call human years I'm 5 you just multiply my age by 12. "Alright. Time to go inside!" Awwwww. Way to be a party pooper dad! When we get inside mom puts up the gates. I know what that means, they are going somewhere. "You be a good boy Bane!" Rufff Rufffff! (I will!) When they leave I run to my window and look at the road, trees, squirrels, cat. Cat! "RRRR rufff ruffffffff rrrrrruff! (When I get you I will tear you apart!) You know why dogs hate cats? It's because cats took over all our fame in movies. Lady and the Tramp, Homeward Bound, Garfield, Cats and Dogs, Milo and Otis. And so much more.
1 hour later...
Oh boy, oh boy! I have to go so bad! Ahhhh. Hhhhuuuuuhhhhhh!!!!! Dads going to kill me if he finds out I peed on the rug! Hide! Then i hear the door unlock. "Bane. We're home. Were you a good boy?" Oh gosh! "Where is he mom?" "I don't know hunny." "Wait mom, why is it wet right here?" I walk out from behind the curtains. "BANE DID YOU PEE ON THE CARPIT???!!!!" Sorry dad!😳