Dad, Maria (sis) and I pull into my drive and I see a fuzzy face peeking through the blinds.
I thought-oh Lord, Clifford tore the gate down. Probably parts of the wall and has chewed up entire house.
I took a deep breath and went inside expecting a tore up couch, walls-you name it.
To my surprise my little man hadn’t tore up a thing. He somehow managed to get the gate open and enjoyed some freedom. So, since he was a good boy-I gave him a chance to prove to me he could be a good boy again. When we left to pick up my vehicle at the shop I left him out.
I just got home and happy to report-my little man did not tear one thing up.
I know I’m speaking too soon. Every damn time I brag on him he goes from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde. But today he was so good. Proud of my little guy. 🥰❤️
Later that evening….
Kris and I had to a couple places to run last night. I put Clifford behind the gate. I was so happy I didn’t see a fuzzy face immediately peeking through the blinds upon our return.
Then I see the blinds separate and a big fuzzy face peeking at us. So, it’s confirmed he knows how to open the gate. We walked in and some mail was shredded. It was just a bill, so that’s okay.
Today I have a hair appointment. It takes about four hours to do my hair. I have been “baby” proofing the house for the last 1/2 hour. Lord please don’t let him eat my house! Amen!