We have differing ideas of good and bad
On Thursday night, Fry decided that a good idea would be to roll in poop at the dog park.
We now call him Shitface. Affectionately, of course.
I am exceedingly grateful to The Husband for washing our shitty dog, repeatedly, and even more grateful that we bought a house with a shower in the basement. Shitface seems no worse for wear, despite the approximately five baths The Husband gave him. In fact, he's very soft to the touch and smells delightful now.
In the meantime, I went outside earlier and noticed that we are growing grass! All over the place, underneath the hay, there's grass sprouting! This means we need to get going on planning our yardwarming party, and I need to get going on making the invitations.
We now call him Shitface. Affectionately, of course.
I am exceedingly grateful to The Husband for washing our shitty dog, repeatedly, and even more grateful that we bought a house with a shower in the basement. Shitface seems no worse for wear, despite the approximately five baths The Husband gave him. In fact, he's very soft to the touch and smells delightful now.
In the meantime, I went outside earlier and noticed that we are growing grass! All over the place, underneath the hay, there's grass sprouting! This means we need to get going on planning our yardwarming party, and I need to get going on making the invitations.