And yet, somehow there is a mangy dog living in my brand new house.
I overlooked the accidents, because she was a baby.
I overlooked the chewing, because she was teething.
I overlooked a lot of things, because.
Ben keeps asking me what she gives in return. To which, I answer...
Um. She's cute? And she stink? And she has nasty dog breath and jumps all over me? She is always in the way? She costs lots of money? She gets my floors all dirty?
So far, the only benefit I can see is that my yard is going in much faster because of her.
Today she crossed a line. Today she chewed a hole through my very best, my very expensive area rug.
So, she is grounded today while we debate her future. I am hiding in my room, enjoying a dog free morning, working in my warm cozy bed, watching daytime television, listining to the rain, and writing.
What could be finer?
Oh yeah, not having a dog.