Ah the little joys of living with furkids, which ran through my mind this morning as I was piercing a fish-oil cap that squirted onto my face.
Dog lovers put up with things many people would find objectionable.
If I’m not looking, Windy likes to use the ottoman as a napkin.
Unless I’m watching him and yell “No!”, Jake will try to pee on the porch instead of the snowy yard.
Hope, who still has anxiety issues, always needs something appropriate to chew, or she will attack the expensive orthopedic dog bed. So far the bed has not be torn open, but we have several holey dog blankets.
With all the awful weather, we have been going through piddle pads like a college student runs through dead grandparents during final exam week.
Of course my friends who have cats can be smug, but our dogs don’t jump and walk all over tables and kitchen counters. And I would rather pick up a yard than clean a litter box.