Evidence that we have a puppy in the house:
Entertainment center in our bedroom=the corner destroyed
But, the most
egregious act of all: My Bear Bear=completely
thrashed. I’ve had this not-quite-cute-anymore stuffed animal since I was 2
years old. I loved that raggedy bear. My mom had stitched his little arms and
re-attached his eyes more than a few times. He was so well loved.
Life with a puppy is definitely more than we bargained for.
It’s like having another toddler—and some days I’d rather have a human toddler
instead. He’s an adorable, sweet and snuggly little guy but he finds trouble,
and requires tons of attention. Just like any other puppy (or toddler) .... I get it.
But, then there’s this…
Here’s little Chico sitting by the front door—patiently waiting
for Julie to come home from school. And, the kisses and snuggles afterwards make it all
worth it.
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