Should I go with my parents?  Or just deal with it and stay home like any other normal teenager.  Thinking about it, I realize that it isn't really all that bad.  After all, I am 13 and it isn't a big deal.

I look down and see Bubba pushing my door open slowly with his big head.  He bounces over to me and licks my foot.  The whole time I keep picturing one of those cartoon dogs bouncing along, going "Boingy, boingy, boingy."

When he is done, he curls up on my bed and falls ...