The year starts with... Digby.
Lincoln: Digby is barking, he needs to go outside.
Me: I know. I'll take him out. I am just SO sick and tired of him acting all anxious to pee and then taking 20 minutes to find the right spot!!! (Angrily putting Digby on a leash).
Lincoln: Oh, but he is such a little lamb! He is so sensitive! You cannot even imagine how gentle and sensitive he is!
Me: Oh really?! I wonder if you feel how sensitive he is when you are about to smack* him or thinking about his jackassery.
Lincoln: Well, I don't, but...
Me: He is a jackass!
Lincoln: Yes, but... he is a gentle jackass!
*I am so kidding. OF COURSE we do not smack our dog. Why would you want to smack a dog who poops in your daughter's pretty pretty pink bedroom just because he doesn't want to get his butt all cold and wet in the snow?!
Is "jackassery" a real word?