If you saw someone walking a puppy on my street, early Monday morning, wearing flowered, flannel pjs, that may have been me. If you saw that same someone running with a puppy after it started pouring cats and dogs, that may have been me too. Sigh.
Mr. Tripp already chewed through his first leash. It lasted about five days, tops. In desperate need of a leash, I borrowed one from Emma's "dog" Bubbles..a life-sized, stuffed black Lab. Now, Mr. Tripp has a bright pink leash with enormous pink polka dots. Suh-sweet!
A baby gate went up ASAP to keep Tripp from going upstairs for the time being - with chewing - it is all about containment. Somehow, he managed to get his entire head stuck in between the wooden bars of the gate. For a moment, panic set in and I imagined the phone call to the fire department - > junior-sized jaws of life please? Luckily, calmness prevailed and I angled his head out. Whew! Close call.
Tricia
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