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Samson told me that if I make him carry one more box up those stairs he is going on strike and renegotiating his contract as the family pet whose been without fair wages since being forced to spoon with random humans all night long against his will.
Apparently we had an agreement that stated he is allowed to sit around and do nothing all day but eat, sleep and poop. And by sleep I mean shovy shover kick you in the head privileges on a king sized bed, and by eat I mean dibs on all Nate’s snack bowls and lizard tongue yoinks of random food bits off counter tops and by poop I mean the uncanny ability to deposit a shit load of crap on the lawn only a cow farmer could be proud of.
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Hmm.. I hear ya..;-) Besides that, those floors scream for some Risky-Business-sock action, I think.
Oh, Nicki, sadly, they're practically already destroyed between toys and pets. Sigh. But also? I should probably care more but I don't because it's our family and we aren't perfect and if Nate wants to drive a car across them, them them so be right? :)
wow, i just said "them" three times. Clearly the wine is kicking in.
I can't wait to see more pictures of your new house. Wow about that hallway and staircase!
Looks like you guys are settling right in, especially Samson!
What a hard life Samson has!!
You home is beautiful Karla.
A x
Hi Anonymous reader who never has anything nice to say. Samson is a dog and yes, on occasion has stolen food off the counter. It pisses me off but again, he's a dog.
God, most people would read this blog know I'm being sarcastic.
Glad to see that Samson is taking life in his stride.....very laid back as usual!
Sounds like he has the perfect life ha ha !!
Love and hugs Tab XXX
My old lab used to stand up very quietly on the counter and grab the entire loaf of bread and run. The only way I knew it happened was when I found the red yellow and blue reminiscent pieces of a Wonder bag. I swear that dog could smell bread anywhere.
Precisely Karla! Why have a house where you can't settle in, break it in, and live. Meh. When we moved into our current house (for the long haul, I hope), our then toddler-ish daughter decided to see what kind of pretty designs a phillips screwdriver would do to the door frame and molding in the dining room. Seven-some years later, I doubt we'll ever fix them. It'll just add to the many colorful stories the walls here will tell. Oh, we took the screwdriver away, for sure, but they're our walls, and we like it that way. :-)
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