"Not My Dog": Tales from Puppy Raising

Tuesday, December 20, 2005


I know, I know, I know. I haven't posted in forever.
Murphy, as sweet as he is, has been hitting puppy equivalent of terrible twos. And he's been work. (I'm not complaining, just emphasizing.)
However, nothing compared to poor Bob's past five days. As soon as Andrew and I left for Olney, Murphy got the poops, and bad. So my poor hubby has been being awakened every couple hours by a puppy who's got to go, and has been reduced to cooking rice for said pup, to calm his overactive intestines.
I really love my husband for not divorcing me over this adventure.


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