Arthur was never the guy to want dogs. They were too loud, needed too much attention, and were just…too much.

But, here he stood, in y’all’s backyard, watching as his three dogs ran and barked at eachother.

A German shepherd named Dew, another German shepherd named Wrath, and a small Australian Shepherd named Zephyr.

He hated to admit it, but the dogs were like his kids. He loved them, and maybe spoiled them a little too much.