A couple days ago, Chicago had a rough day. I'm not sure what order she did the naughty things in, but the first one we discovered was this: She munched off the plastic wrapping and then started going to town on the wood frame. Luckily Laura had it on the floor because she wasn't sure what to do with it. Problem solved: just trash it.
The next two discoveries happened within minutes of each other. First, I noticed our Persian rug (which I called the Peruvian carpet...hahaha) was wet. I don't know what Chicago's deal was. The grass was like 10 steps away from where she peed. As I was scrubbing the rug, my mom got out the pizza box that had been sitting on the table unsupervised....Those used to be Hawaiian and pepperoni pieces.
So why do I love this little furry thing that barks too loudly every night at 9 pm, cries when another dog barks at her, and eats our pizza when we're not looking?
Because she follows me around the house all day and sits by my feet to keep me company. Because she lets me pick her up like a baby and snuggle her.
She cooperates when Laura and I play dressup and make her wear "jeans."
She gives me lots and lots of kisses.
She takes naps with me.
And at night she cuddles up and rests her head on my leg. She has the sweetest personality and all those things more than make up for a little pee on a Peruvian carpet.
1 comment:
ha ha, the pizza thing just really about kills me for some reason
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