“What’s the weight capacity on that thing?” Tom asks me, and I snap my gaze off my girlfriend. Earlier, I heaved Orion up on the top bunk. The dog wanted up, and granted, he could put his paws on the mattress just standing on his hind legs. Probably could’ve done a doggie pull-up, but I assisted. Now the big furry Newfie is lying next to me, panting up a storm like he was the one who heaved his hundred-plus pounds up here. I pat his side. He’s a good boy. “Are you calling her son fat?” I joke.
