I have to be the chauffeur.
I have to make all the decisions.
I have to bring in the trash cans from the curb.
I have to clean up after the Pear-eating dog. (so far, no mess.)
I have to help with English homework (I'm the math specialist.)
I can't say "Go ask your dad."
I don't get a good night kiss.
It will be nice to have him home.
hahah! freakin pear eating dog.
ReplyDeletei finally got it away from him by luring him with dog food.
Good job. Just another thing to add to the list of "The Crazy things Chester will eat."
ReplyDeleteWe miss Chester. He is very lovable. I feel sorry for him when Barkley chases him and wants to play. I have learned to never turn you back on him when there is food on the counter. The only thing he got during his last stay with us was a 20-lb. block of dipping chocolate from the pantry (only got a couple of bites) and about a cup of shredded cheese from the counter.
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