Let me start this off by saying that I love my dog.
Let me follow that up by also saying that I will not be surprised if, one day, my dog up and kills me while I sleep.
You see, we love putting things on Jax's head.
I don't know how this started, or why, but it seems like whenever there is something we find that isn't bolted to the ground or so heavy that it will kill him, we put it on his head.
Without further ado, I give you some prime examples of why, exactly, my dog probably really hates me.
This one we call, Sir Jaxham Hat:
That is, if he hasn't killed me before I post them.