Brandon has had his dog since he can remember (Not as old as my cat, but not many things are).  His dog has the most energy an animal can have.  It has so much pent-up energy that it needs pills to calm down.  It's a black lab with a white stripe on his chest.


I went over to his house one day to play some Halo (The original.  None of that new crap).  It was a rainy day, but that's not really important.  I walk in the door and the dog almost breaks his leg in a mad dash to come jump on me.  Brandon didn't give him his pills that day.  I asked him why, and he sat on his chair with his eyes fixated on the tv and said "cause I didn't want to!  Dog's fine, dude, he needs a walk though.  My brother'll walk him in  little bit, don't worry."  He never did (His brother was on vacation in Florida).

The dog was so happy to see me, though, that he spilled a glass of milk and it spilled all over his brother's laptop.  "Don't worry.  Dog'll lick it up." So he sat on the edge of his seat and yelled at the dog to lick up the milk.  He was such a bad owner.

About an hour passed of us playing Halo when I got hungry.  So Brandon told me to go make a pizza.  He said he'll have some.  So I walk to the kitchen and pre-heated the oven and made myself a pizza.  When the timer went off I set the pizza on the highest counter I could find.  I went back to play Halo, and when I came back in the kitchen in a few minutes I caught the dog standing on the cover in the middle of devouring the pizza I just made.  Brandon looked at it and said "Looks like he ate your half."  And he ripped the pizza from the dog's mouth and ate the rest.  "Ick Brandon.  You're not even gonna cut it?" I said in disgust.

Another hour went by of us playing Halo.  It was hardly enjoyable, though, since he spent half the time on the phone with his at-the-time-girlfriend.  He was making sweet love to her over the phone, making me clearly uncomfortable.  Anyways, the dog was nowhere to be found.  So I walked back into the kitchen and noticed a small pile of throw-up, and the dog cowering in the corner.  Don't worry, Brandon left that for his baby brother to clean up, too.  After all , it was the family dog and not specifically Brandon's.  I went home after that, feeling bad for the dog.  Apparently that was the last time his parents trusted him to be home alone with the animal, though, since every time since then they gave me the dog to take care of.  You know, since they know the dog likes me since it jumps on me all the live long day.