The daily lives of a man and his dog trying to get through each day with as much humor as possible and using each other as a crutch every step of the way
Sunday, November 3, 2013
My Fur-Child
I am going to borrow another term from Giant George and that is "fur-child." That is exactly what Molly is and she can sometimes be as aggravating as a child. Her leg injury is slowly healing and she is now able to make it up the steps with assistance from me from behind. This is mainly because she does not like me carrying her up the steps. She would rather walk up them by herself than have any assistance from me. I am still there to give her a boost and she would rather sleep on the floor than me lift her onto the bed. My fur-child has never been a lap dog.
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