My fuzzy boy has been at my house visiting for a few days. He’s a big baby. A big goofy 80 pound baby. Since he has been here, he has, peed on my carpet and coffee table, trampled my baby girl Jazzy several times and drank wine. Yes you read that right! He decided when my daughter left her glass of wine sitting unattended to help himself. Mmm hmm.
Nothing is sacred with him he is like a honey badger in that way and that way alone.
Like I said in a previous post, he’s the sweetest dog on the planet. There is no meanness in him. Even trampling his sister is out of his awkwardness and excitement. He adores her and the feeling is mutual.
It’s been an interesting and exhausting visit. But one I treasure.