My Dog is the Man of the House
The other night I found myself debating what to order for dinner. After several minutes, I finally said to our waiter, “I’ll have the filet. My dog will appreciate the leftovers.”
My dog will appreciate the leftovers?
Since when did I start ordering my dinner based around my pup? And more importantly, why am I admitting this to my waiter? [sigh]… I’ve turned into one of those dog moms.
Jett [aka, @frenchiejett on Instagram], thinks he’s the man of the house. He still lacks bathroom courtesy. He snores louder than my husband. And he cozies up to the couch every time ESPN is on.
My little frenchie is, indeed, human. He wears bow ties and flannel button-downs. He sunbathes like it’s always a Saturday. And he listens to all my problems.
I know you’ll ooh and aah over these adorable photos of my son. Just know while you’re admiring his good looks, he’s probably turning my Chanel shoes into a chewing toy.
I’ll still forgive him. And then reward him with filet mignon.
Photos by Annie Shak