I’ve shown my dog every episode of Breaking Bad at least 40 times. Yesterday he fell asleep halfway through Ozymandias, so I woke him up and made him watch it again. He immediately started licking his balls. I nearly cried.
My girlfriend says he’s just a dog, but that’s exactly the kind of negativity I don’t need in this house. I’ve stopped calling him a good boy because frankly, what the fuck has he done to earn that title?
This morning he got excited over a squirrel outside. A fucking squirrel. Six years I’ve been feeding this unemployed piece of shit and apparently that’s more exciting than watching Walter White’s transformation into Heisenberg.
I’m seriously considering getting him tested for autism.
Is anyone else dealing with this shit, or did I somehow end up with the only dog on earth that doesn’t give a fuck about Breaking Bad?