The biting doesn’t seem to be much of an issue any more. She kisses my doorman whenever we go out.
She seems to be more at home.
Since I am a strict disciplinarian at heart I decided that I’m not going to let Debbie trap me into staying home and not enjoying my life.
Therefore I went to Brooklyn yesterday to spend my favorite day which is lunch and a mani pedi with Susan.
It was glorious. We laughed, complained and just bad talked everyone in our lives. I didn’t rush home because, like I said, I’m not going to be some dog’s slave.
When I walked in the door I was greeted with leaps and screams and licks galore.
When I used to come home to Ray he barely looked up from the couch.
“This is nice” I thought.
Then I started looking around.
“Weren’t those pillows on the couch when I left?”
“Wait, wasn’t that gift on the dining room table? And I’m sure that the bag wasn’t torn”
I walked into my office.
“Why would I leave my comb on the floor?”
And then I looked at her on the bed with her porcupine.
I could be wrong but did her expression say,
“I hope you had a good time with Susan. Oh btw how much do you like that new TV? I hope it doesn’t totter off the dresser when you aren’t home to watch it.”