The dogs are sad
Sunday mornings are usually their long walks. This morning though Hubby went to play golf, so no walk. The dogs are sad. Not as sad as teenagers who need acne treatment, but still sad. They tore up the one couch. There is foam all over the living room floor. Luckily this is the outdoor couch that we just have nowhere to put right now. It is not the "good" couch. I have to get my butt moving to get everything done so we can walk them later.
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Poor couch. Poor dogs. They almost make me feel guilty about the long walk I took Gwen on before dinner! Fortunately, Gwen has no such qualms. Fortunately for me, she also does not tend towards the destructive. Frantically whining, licking, and twitching is more her style. And even that has greatly improved!
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