Our poor pooch isn't feeling well. He's not "rush to the vet" sick yet, but I'm getting ready to boil some chicken and rice for him. He's trying so hard to alert me to "daddy, I need to go outside." But it's hard for him. The rug at the back door is about to spend it's second day in the washing machine.
This combined with me feeling all sluggish is making for a real fun time in our house. Poor Slick just comes home and looks at us with a "Now what do I do?" look on her face.
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