When people see him, he's usually being pretty good. Which is probably why most people poo-poo my response. Sure he'll probably jump up on you when he first sees you to say hello, but if you (anyone) tell(s) him to get his 15 lbs. the hell down, he'll do it. (He knows his rules. He just chooses when to use them.) Essentially, if you don't have a baby carrot, or blueberry treat for him, he's probably wandered somewhere to lie down, watch tv, or occupy himself with a toy. Uncle John is usually a pretty chill dog.
But what those people see when they have a brief interaction with him is different than the actuality of living with Uncle John, which sometimes is like a battle of wills. It seems like a lot of our existence with one another is comprised of one of us trying to win.
Yesterday's screw you BBG move, and the Uncle John version of 'wilding' in Central Park was:
Apparently, every pillow had ta fuckin' go.
This is not Uncle John's first wilding. ..Which is how I know it's punitive. See, you can be gone allll fuckin' day and return home to lil' ol' Uncle John just sittin' there lookin' cute all nub wagglin' and happy to see ya. Every pillow exactly in it's place. Always. For 14 years, always.
But every now and again Uncle John gets some wild burr up his doggy butt and feels compelled to knock every pillow he can find off whatever it sits on. I honestly don't know what the fuck that's about.
Usually he contains his wilding to one area, however I have found where he's gone on a systematic room-by-room rampage.
So yes, Uncle John knows both the phrases, "reeeeeally?!?"
and "what the fuck, Uncle John?!?"
...And he only does it when I'm home. (<-- which somehow makes it more irritating.)
I wish I knew what his lil' d oh double g mind is thinkin' when he's doin' this.