Wednesday, April 13, 2011

work widow

Sigh, hubby dear, why California? Why can't it be some place where you can take a certain dog with you?

Max is a weinie. period. 85 lbs of German Shepherd who's afraid of wererabbits, keeps forgetting what happens when you pee on an electric fence(sorry guys) and is not allowed on the furniture, including my bed, because he takes up ALL the space.

This week he's lying on the rug by the door, staring at the opening. And that's all he's doing. No barking at the horses, chasing birds, picking on Eddie.

The count down continues and no, I'm not taking him with me to the airport. He'll have to wait for his reunion at home.

Later gators..

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