There is no end to the cleaning. Today it’s an industrial scale attack on the carpets.
So of course JAWS and myself are under strict instructions to wipe our feet before entering the homestead.
We will be held accountable and sent to doggy jail if we so much as drop a crump from our MILKBONE let alone slobber or puke.
I’m not sure I appreciate all this cleanliness.
All the good aromas of the Bro’s boxers and Ma’s socks has been overrun by Glade Plug-ins.
I don’t think I’ll ever appreciate lavender again.
Oh well hopefully not too much longer to have to go through this.
Please be petitioning the big guy upstairs to send a client for a swift sale.
Yours truly the hidden hound.
Blessing#2506-Scented
Booming Banter 