I don't want to jinx anything, but I think the bain of my existence (starts with an E, ends with an A with double L's in between) might be long gone. She met a new family tonight and if she can possibly manage not to be a giant pain in the rear end she might even get to live there forever. Could I be so lucky?? Dog, I hope so because I was starting to feel like a bunny in a tiger preserve with her around.
You can't tell from my picture, but I'm about to bust out in a jig.Bear is in the kitchen hiding under the table in depression because she didn't come home with Mom. Give me a break, he should be using his height to get the beer out for the celebration.
PS I read those comments on the last post about it being me who is the dangerous dog around here...that's right. I'm tough and I'm taking over. That pussycat Pittie who thinks he lives here better watch out.