The other day I looked out onto the deck to see
Redford looking into the house.
Which wouldn’t be weird, except the bottom of that window is three feet off the ground.
I moved closer, wondering if my dog had developed superpowers, and realized
the little bastard was standing on the picnic table.
I love that little bastard.
is he able to leap tall buildings with a single bound?
btw, nice deck!
Ah, but watch out- once they start doing that, they don’t stop.
When we purchased our first patio set, all it took was me ducking inside to grab my coffee. I came back to Charly on the top of the table eating my (just baked) slice of pumpkin pie. She now hangs out regularly on top of the table.
Bad dog? or Bad parents?
Margo, not yet. But keep checking with me.
Tami, I’m terribly permissive. I’m like, “No dogs on the chaise ever!…Or at least until I cover it!…Or whatever, just lie there.”