When all else fails... RUN.
When your dish towels have taken such a beating that they are not recognizable anymore, or when the blankets on the couch are not serving their purpose because you can see more of the couch than the blanket through the holes Brodie chewed, it is time to RUN the hyper furry child of mine.
When your dish towels have taken such a beating that they are not recognizable anymore, or when the blankets on the couch are not serving their purpose because you can see more of the couch than the blanket through the holes Brodie chewed, it is time to RUN the hyper furry child of mine.
You didn't really actually think I ran. I ride! Ride in style behind my rugged outdoorsy man. Yes, he is a fine specimen in those holey jeans and cowboy boots.
Tongue hanging out... that is a GOOD sign.
After a dip in the pond I think we are heading home.
Maybe my dish towels, socks, and blankets will have some relief.
Well-At least for the next few hours.
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