This is from a conversation I had with Horatio’s father, my fiance, Patrick yesterday. He was explaining to me why he was so exhausted, because I thought he had gotten a good night’s sleep.
“Stupid pooch kept me up, or woke me up rather… at 6. He was up so I should be up too! That’s [...]
Oh, Horatio… he amazes me in so many ways. He tends to go what I call “Barky Bonkers” when, you know, a neighbor decides to open their door down the hall, or maybe walk across the courtyard 100 feet away outside of our ground floor sliding door. The nerve, right? How dare they.
Aside from [...]
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Dear Diary,
I’ve come up with a brand new game! For the past two days, I’ll pace like I’m going to defecate on their precious carpet, and garner mom’s attention. Frantically she’ll shove her laptop aside yelling “No no no!”, sounding suspiciously like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Sometimes [...]
Dear Diary,
I now can jump on and off furniture with ease. No more whining to get off or on the sofa or bed. I am no longer at their mercy. Life as they know it is over.
Kibbles,
Horatio
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