domingo, julio 17, 2011

Parole Officer

Of all the hats I've worn, this may be the most unexpected. My only and best furry friend, Rufus, has arthritis. No more jumping on the couch for Rufus. The tough thing is, Mr. M and I have let Rufus enjoy full house privileges since he first came to stay; so he is not used to hearing "no". What this means practically is that we have to make some sort of physical barricade to prevent his furniture-jumping tendencies. So if you were to come to our house, you would notice that our footstool is laying on its side, leaning against the couch in a bold attempt to keep a little dog from getting any lofty ideas. You'd see this pattern repeated with several other cushions. We may be investing in a doggy bed soon.

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