Six Pounds of Ridiculousness

On Saturday I picked up Edith.

She took to Horace immediately.

It’s a nice week for pottytraining.

There’s chickens in them thar hills.

There is a lot of this happening:

So I’m up a couple of times a night again, but it’s not too bad. We’re having fewer accidents than the first time, because I’m a slightly more seasoned at dog training now. And now my wee pack is complete.

7 thoughts on “Six Pounds of Ridiculousness

  1. This is good goodness.

    The snuggling! The frolicking! The double-the-pleasure-double-the-fun-ness of it all!

    Dogs need other dogs, it’s a hard-wired, genetic-social fact; my dog became instantly better-behaved when I got her a dog of her own (and did a lot of the training for me, too).

    Also, assholes need cavaliers. It’s been definitively established. Especially because of

    kavəˈli(ə)r/ , adjective: showing a lack of proper concern; offhand. Synonyms: offhand, indifferent, casual, dismissive, insouciant, unconcerned.


    (Another one for the Ever-Expanding Great Potential Band Name Archives, henceforward to be known as the EEGPBNA.)

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