He could DIE!

Lately, my human pet has grown overprotective. Normally, I find that trait endearing, but she's fast approaching insanity at the rate she's going when it comes to Ares. Let me give you some of the finer examples from this past week alone. All examples are actual quotes and have been stated to neighbors and friends.

"If he gets string in his mouth and he swallows it, he could die."

"If he chews on that lamp cord, he could die."

"If I leave him alone on the bed, he could break a leg and die."

"If he sits out in the heat, he could get overheated and die."

"If he swallows too many carpet fibers, he could die."

I'm sensing a theme here, and somehow, the movie, The Wrestler, comes to mind.

Is Ares really Randy "The Ram" Robinson?

Basically, I don't think Ares should be doing all that much, at least from the human pet's perspective. Maybe I should encourage her to keep him in his room from now on and tell her it's for her own peace of mind. I may never have to deal with the puppy again.

This could work out brilliantly!

Until, drawn back by the thrill of his theme song playing upon his entrance, the roar of hundreds of good ol' boys screaming his name, and the lure of the roped and unforgiving ring, Ares comes bounding back for one more attempt at glory. There's just one problem: He can't come back unless he has some patented move. Everyone knows that's why The Ram could come back at the end of the movie - he had to do the Ram Jam one more time.