This afternoon, Isaac and I played outside after dinner. Isaac got to feed Ox a few treats. By a few, I mean as many as he could before I finally hid the box from Isaac so the dog didn't get sick. Isaac assumes that everyone rams food into his mouth at the same rate he crams food into his mouth. This meant that for the first time in his five and a half years of life, Ox couldn't eat jerky treats as fast as they were pushed into his face.

As I chased Isaac down the sidewalk, I realized something. I definitely am loved by everyone living in this house. However, the one who I think loves me the most, actually listens to what I say, occasionally does what I say and is least likely to run into traffic or bite me is probably Ox. For those of you wondering, yes I am comparing my dog to my wife and child. Yes this post will annoy my wife and I will pay the consequences. No I don't care.