Mazzy Lamb is my 17 month old French Bulldog. I love his ass to death! I have never met anyone who didn't like him. He is magical and charming. Yes, I'm talking about a dog, but just shut the fuck up!! All he wants is to be with someone, whether they are sleeping or taking a walk or watching TV. He is a doll and he is an absolute little shit sometimes. Last week my boyfriend spent the night and Mazzy was banished to his "area" behind the baby gate. He wasn't too happy about it and barked to let us know how he was feeling. He got 'shushed' and he didn't appreciate it. The next morning I woke up and took him for his AM bathroom break. He did his business and then came back inside and returned to his 'area'. I left for work. At some point my BF got up again and let Mazzy into the bedroom to sleep with him for a little longer. My BF fell asleep. He woke up to an overpowering stench. He thought it was just the usual Mazzy gas, but it wasn't. He rolled over and looked down at the floor next to his side of the bed. There, perfectly placed on his jeans, shirt and jacket was one of the fattest shits Mazzy has ever taken. A normal dog would probably do this mindlessly. Mazzy had an agenda. He saved up his 'business' and specifically shat upon my BF's clothes as a reminder that he comes first in my life and he won't be banished to his 'area' if he doesn't want to be. Note taken.
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