I believe the term “horse” was used by more than one of you when asking about my dog in past posts. This picture is quite reflective of him because I feel like it exemplifies that dumbfounded expression that is on his face most of the time.
I generally refer to him as The Nemesis in my posts, but this week, I have realized that it could most definitely be worse. Enter…Maximus’ sister.
Our good friends went and bought Maximus’ sister after we brought him home. Apparently, they liked the idea of 140 pound dog in their house. The two dogs have been regular playmates for a year and a half (that’s all it’s been?!)
Well, lucky for us, our friends went on a trip to Florida this week. That means I have 240 pounds of dog in my house right now–30 of which is drool. Don’t let the pictures fool you…they may look ferocious, but they’re loveable dopes.
In four days I have mopped my floor 4 times, vacuumed my floor 6 times, swept up shattered glass 3 times, and gone through 3 candles. I have come to realize that people with multiple dogs have one of two things: a house that smells like dog or a live-in cleaning lady.
Remember….not much of a dog fan here. Please keep me in your thoughts.