See this turd muffin? This is my dog. Sort of. I mean, she was a gift for my dude about a year ago. I surprised him by taking him to a shelter to adopt his own dog - and this is the rugrat he decided on. Her name is Jay Peg.
Seeing as she was a gift, I consider her his dog more than mine. I’m a step-owner at best. Yes, I feed her, take her out, give her pets, and help train her, but, that’s where it ends. After a year of living together, Jay Peg and I have developed an odd relationship.
There are days where I honestly think that I’m the Mufasa to her Scar and that she would totally chunk me off the side of a cliff into a sea of wild wildebeests if it meant that she could be able to take over Pride Rock/My Spot on the Couch.
Does this need a caption? No. Just nod your head in agreement and think “oh, totally true.”
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