My dog is a wuss.

Gomez Adams

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Dec 1, 2020
Suwanee, Georgia
So my wife is out back walking the dog around 10 o'clock last night. He's getting pretty big. At 5 months old, he's 46 pounds. My wife has him on the long leash (one of those retractable jobs that goes out around 25 feet). He's just nosing around sniffing and she's staring up at the stars. Suddenly, off in the distance, a dog howls. According to my wife, it was a "real" howl so it must have been a Husky.

Cosmo bolts! Even with the 25 foot warning it still nearly ripped her arm out of the socket. As he drags my wife up the hill running for his life, he looks over his shoulder at her in stark terror as if to say, "MOVE YOUR ASS, WOMAN!!!"

They get inside, she unclicks the leash and he bolts directly upstairs. (normally, you have to beg him to go upstairs because he has big problems slipping and falling on them).

This is where I come in. I'm dozing off in bed when suddenly the door bursts open, I see a flash of fur for a brief second, the bed lifts up about 5 inches, slams to the ground and then there's dead silence.

I'm like, "WTF?!"

My wife just shuts the door and that's that. I just heard this story a few moments ago.

So I look over at Cosmo and he's looking at me like, "Dude. Sorry. Really." And I say to him, "You howl, you dummy! Did you not recognize it?"

He's laying at the side of the sofa now looking over at me with that "is it safe to come out yet" look. What a dog.
Oh, we play. I love when he "breaks bad" on me. He'll crouch down, head on the floor, front of body on the floor, looking like a panther about to pounce.

Then I blow air at him and he bolts running.

Rinse, repeat.
My daughter is home for a few days. She had to have surgery on her right hand, she broke it on a fall. She took some time to make a "glamor shot" of Cosmo.IMG_20210207_115130_810.jpg

He's almost dog food bag picture material.