There are dogs in our bed.
Dogs In Our Bed
One Spring, Matt's dog died. That's when the collection began. First it was Emmee, a trampy-looking stray from a local rescue. A few months later, Hans flew first class from California, and immediately started crapping in our house. Now, they are convinced they own the place. They chewed up the DVD of our wedding pictures, eat food off the table when we're not looking, and Hans has developed an intense infatuation with my underwear. What's worse? Matt thinks he's going to start a dog breeding operation. Did I mention our home is 1800 square feet, with a hole in the side of it?
What is it with you Hara and dogs crapping in your house?! Will never forget my little princess walking in, sniffing Pippen's butt, then proceeding to walk right to the middle of your living room and drop a big steamy pile. Hey, thanks again for babysitting :)
ReplyDeletePflum, what can I say? When dogs get around me, they have the urge to crap. And you're welcome! Maya was a good guest when she wasn't pooping!
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