I sometimes have to wonder what I was thinking when I decided to adopt such a YOUNG dog instead of a mature one as we've generally done over the last decade. I was probably NOT thinking - I just fell in love with Joey the moment I saw his face online. It isn't that I don't adore Joey -- obviously I do and I would never EVER give him up. But he is SUCH a little character. I just hope I can manage to get him calmed down and trained before I collapse. This morning I put him in the truck and walked around and climbed into the driver's seat just in time to hear an extremely loud "crunch." Scratch one pair of prescription sunglasses. Fortunately I got to them before he managed to swallow the glass.
Then we got over to LSU and were headed down the hall to therapy this morning when he darted across in front of me and I tripped over his lead. When he got pulled up short and looked back to see me down there on the floor he immediately ran back and started licking me and displaying his concern (that I wouldn't be able to get up and take him the rest of the way to therapy, probably!). Great. First I fall down and then he removes my makeup. Terrific. I thought I was okay, but as the day wears on, my shoulder and knee have really started to hurt. Joey, Joey, Joey.
Then there's the fact that the platform part of our platform bed just happens to be at exactly the right height for him to conveniently gnaw on the edges of it anytime he lays down next to it.
I know that eventually he WILL grow out of all this . . . but will I live that long! (And I thought the horses were going to be the major hazard in my dotage.)
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