Cry no more, MySpace devotees, Chronically Insane has returned to torment the neighbors from underneath the loving wings of Siberia, Minnesota. As he'd promised before his blog was burned to the ground by angry villagers, he'll be poking his demented head in here when he gets a moment and more importantly, a bug up his ass about something.
So, enjoy. We're glad to have him.
Minneapolis Red Sox landed a direct hit in The Dark Side with his comparison of the wee ones to those of the canine species. Mine in particular...
Allow me to expand a bit on the topic.
My wife and I are the proud owners of a girl human and a boy human, and only recently had to surrender our 11 year old Golden Retriever (I'm happy to say she is alive and doing well in another home with lots of land to explore) however - for a few years we experienced, first hand, the shocking similarities among dogs and small humans.
For instance - you may be surprised to find out which one - dog or girl - was found scooting their ass across the brand new family room carpet trying to get rid of a pesky shit cling-on...
"Dog Bed" did not necessarily mean place for dog to sleep, and "Girl Bed" did not always mean place where girl sleeps. At any given time one could be found sleeping on the other - which I'll grant you can be precious - until your toddler starts scratching behind her ears constantly... with her feet.
Dog farts and kid farts. Eerily similar.
My dog could sit at my feet and lick my hand for an hour. It's weird - I know - but my 3 month old son seems inclined to do the same.
It is nearly impossible to keep either from rummaging through your kitchen garbage.
Lastly, both benefit from being contained in a fenced-in yard. You know - for their safety and all that stuff... Word to the wise though - neither enjoy being tethered to a tie-out in the backyard.