Leo = 2, Me = 3.5

Leo could quite possibly be the most spoiled dog ever to lick his balls. (oh wait, we had those removed) Anyway, its common knowledge that I reside somewhere around 3.5 on the hierarchy of my household, with the wife taking CEO duties, Leo slotted in at the VP slot at number two, and I’m battling it out with the cats for the third spot. The lovely assortment of treats on my kitchen counter (see above) is not a selection of goodies from grandmas house, but rather Leo’s “treats.” Seems that he has an estranged lover in the form of Cathy’s friend Pat who buys him a menagerie of delectable goodies from the Dog Barkery. Add this to Leo’s collection of dog sunglasses, fashion dog footwear, reflective walking capes, and blinky dog collars, and you have the canine equivalent of Paris Hilton.

For all his faults though, nothing beats coming home from a hard day of work, to find his wagging tail behind the door.