Meet Ernie.

Hi everyone! I am Ernie....

Ernie is a pug, which means by default he is not my dog, but my wife’s dog and hers alone.  His claim to fame is once having his eyeball pop of out his socket when he got a little too excited.  Don’t worry, though.  The vet gave him some medication the sucked the eyeball back into its socket and he’s good.  He naturally smells funny and is blind as a bat, mind you- but good nonetheless.

Ernie has a habit of being a bit of a prima donna, which allows us to fast-forward to a morning late last week that found me motionless at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the ceiling.  You see, it was cold outside, and a bit too early for Ernie to rise and shine.  However, I needed to get in the shower and go to work to be able to afford to buy Ernie his kibble, so for expediency’s sake, I agreed to be his personal escort downstairs to the back door.

Kinda sorta- except I was still in my underwear & hadn't had coffee yet

“I fell down the stairs carrying your dog outside,” I told my wife on the phone later that morning.

“Oh My God!  Is he OK!?!?” she exclaimed with great concern.

“He’s good,” I replied with a serene tone of calm.  “My back hurts, I have a cherry-red, skid-burn-thing on my butt, and my elbow doesn’t work.  But Ernie?  He naturally smells funny and is blind as a bat, mind you- but good nonetheless.”

Imagine Ernie. It's not in my budget to stage photos, just steal them online (where it is legal to do so, of course)