…and two pairs of leather gloves, one shoe, a pair of slippers, two quarts of cherry tomatoes, a duvet cover et cetera, et cetera. Just think what he could have done if I didn’t make it a point to put everything away.
Scratches on the new stove and the old pine floors in the kitchen…why did I ever buy a cream-colored sofa? Two trips to the emergency hospital so far…one trainer fired; another found.
One year old last Thursday and we both survived our first 9 months together. Much work to do if I ever hope to turn him into a therapy dog.
Note to self: Buy more wine.