|I’m all clean and bright and shiny . . .|
I brought Jager into the office yesterday and was reminded that it’s been, oh I dunno, maybe a few months since he was last there.
Did you get a new dog? I was asked more than a couple of times. Or just as shaming – poor Jager. Did she let you out of the basement for a day?
Somewhat guilt ridden, I will attempt to redeem myself by highlighting the spotted dog on today’s WW post. But will now trump that redemption by having a little fun at his expense.
Jager does not have a good relationship with water. He acts like bath time involves boiling acid.
And our trip to Myrtle Beach was fraught with such peril along the seashore.
That poor dog.