Have I mentioned how much my Sweetie does. NOT. like. dogs? No?
Well, we have now managed to be in some sense, part owner of Gracie. She's a beagle/barrel mix. She comes to visit us whenever she's
A) out
B) bored
C) needing a new place to poop
D) romping through OP garbage (which was, btw, set out 48 hours earlier than the company's scheduled pickup)
Of course, NONE of this makes my Sweetie happy. He complains, even when he doesn't have to pick up said poop or garbage.
I am beginning to think that if Gracie could reach the door bell and speak, though, she'd be standing on my porch, nose pressed to glass, saying, "Can the Howler come out to play?"
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