Luigi met Mr.Toad last night on our final walk. He was very startled by the sudden hop of the previously immobile “rock”.
So, we are very super carefully taking off our clothes on the porch anytime we leave the premises (husband had to today to go sign his hire paperwork for two online classes this summer!) We leave the clothes in a basket on the porch for a while, then bring them in and put them directly in the washer, put the basket back outside, and wash our hands. This is a fine plan, right? I present you with Little Miss Ronabasket, who sleeps on our heads at night:
Oh no.
And I am definitely not attempting to wash her. I tried that once, in 2008. I learned my lesson.
When we moved little dude left his bag of stuffed animals out and Daisy discovered that they are perfect for snuggling. She now has her favourites and has set them up in her favourite napping spots.
She is such a dork.
Aww, that is one happy Daisy. All she needs is Nacho to snuggle.
Maple is so dang small. Sometimes I can hardly stand it.
Edited to add: yep, that’s my dog on my socks.
Going through old pictures on my phone.
Last time I took dog to the kennel she cooperated with getting in the car but chose to pretend I didn’t exist when we got to the kennel.
Definitely not anxious about being at the vet. She is the goodest girl.
A good manager is very important!
The princess has become more clingy. Mandatory tummy pets/rubs to mandatory arm snuggles on a regular basis - morning, afternoon and night time. I have had SO swap places with me so I can get breaks on occasion in the evenings.
I love her!