The new dog won’t sit still. He’s driving me nuts. Since we got him, we’ve had to keep all of the doors in the house closed in order to avoid finding our precious belongings in his mouth. Let me tell you, it makes for dark and dreary hallways.
Call me paranoid, but when I hear him moving around upstairs I can’t relax. I have to go up to check on him to be sure that he hasn’t found a door ajar. It’s unnerving because he is very persistent. He has plenty of his own things, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy him.
Ugh! I’ve got to go. He just went up the stairs and I just heard the door to BoBo’s room opening. Can’t a girl kick back, rest her weary body, and watch iCarly with her son? What is this world coming too?