I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. My sister ordered a deep fried Turkey from a creole restaurant. Much better than a turkey that is not deep fried.
The dog, Harry, is settling in nicely. Just two days and I already can’t imagine life without him.
In my last post I wrote how my my mom was worried he would shit on her rug. She was right to worry. It was only one time though. In her bedroom.
Now that his nerves have settled, he enjoys crapping in the street.
Because of his burning intelligence, I was concerned he would be bored without educationally stimulating toys. I just plopped down $100 on things that will squeak and challenge him but he just wants my shoe. Not to chew it, mind you. He just wants to BE with it. The sicko.