I'm busy...
Here's what happens when we go out for the day to our friends for Thanksgiving:
- All dog toys are strewn about the house. Every single one.
- All pillows are off the couch and on the floor. I have figured out that dogs and 4 year old kids hate to have pillows on the couch.
- When we FINALLY return, all dogs require that you spend "make-up" time with them. In other words, I MUST pet Frankie to make up for the 6 hours of petting that he did not get because I wasn't home.
Can you tell I've been busy tonight?
Oy.
Oy.
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