Last night, in a whirlwind of cleaning, I essentially gutted my closet. I parted ways with eight pairs of preciouses before I stopped counting. Turns out watching me clean and organize exhausts the puppy. Think how many walks I might have saved if I’d known this earlier. Think how clean my home would be.
In that spirit of out with the old, I perused this article this morning. Thoughts?
If I had to summarize that, it would sound like an Onion article: “Man with thousands of bras makes occasional charity donation to rationalize fetish”. But the author had a rather skeptical view, so….
And also, hooray for exhausting puppies. I took Lucy for a walk to the park today and she came back, walked inside, took two laps from her water bowl, then collapsed inside her crate. That was six hours ago and she’s only moved once since.
I consider any walk a success if it involves a dog staggering into the home. Nicely done, you.