The story began on a rainy night in SoCal. My husband and I, feeling soft of heart, decided to let our puppy roam free about our room while we went out for dinner. Though she had a bad history, first impressions aren't always the best. No crate. No worries. Right?
WRONG!
Please note the baskets torn from the shelves. Personally I'm impressed she pulled half my clothes off the hangers. Bonus points because she didn't poop on the carpet or chew anything up. She settled with creating chaos.
(I stole this from their MySpace, but aren't we all going to copyright hell?)
Our date with The Watkins Family Christmas Hour grows closer and I am getting excited. Especially since I moved to California right before W.P.A played in naptown! The irony!
And finally, I spent four/five hours with Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince tonight along with it's special features.
The result being that I am excited for the upcoming movie and THEME PARK (Meet you in Orlando Lp?). I appreciate the adaption slightly more, but am still disappointed at some choices they made.
1 comment:
At least she didn't chew anything. Luke (remember the rescue doberman?) did around about a thousand dollars worth of damage in the 3 months he was with us.
Keep her crated when you go out for at least the first 6 months. Then start her out with 5 minutes here and 10 there before you trust her. She is still a puppy. Until she is 2, she is a puppy.
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