Tuesday, July 10, 2018

My Heart – And My Head – Exploded.

It’s easy to presume dogs are dumb. But what if they’re way smarter than we think, and they just play dumb so they don’t have to work or pay taxes?

Then there’s Ricky. The other night, he had a very upset stomach, and was aware enough to wake me up every hour to let him out, so he could do his mess outside. But with the surgery on my foot scheduled in the morning, I worried about leaving him alone.

I returned later that day to find that Ricky had had an accident, but somehow knew to slip into my shower and have it there, so he wouldn’t ruin my floors and I could easily clean it up. I was overwhelmed.

Good boy? Great boy.

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