We crate-trained Roxie, and still, at her almost-4-years-of-age, have to leave her in her “house” (as we call it) when we leave for work or errands. Although it can be frustrating to have a dog who is almost 4 who still acts like a puppy and can’t be trusted alone in the house for more than 10 minutes or so, I really do enjoy her energy…when it’s convenient for me, that is. She has ripped up several crate cushions. I really believe that her nail gets caught a bit on it first and that’s when she notices a snag and starts to work on it, because it’s always a progressive…
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Just Another Manic Tuesday
We interrupt your regularly scheduled Bar Mitzvah summary for a brief report on the current events of today.** After a weekend of eating lots of CRAP, I recommitted myself to watching the diet again, to continue on my path of losing some excess pounds. Going for a drive in snowy Suburbia to run an errand (and of course, try to sell more books) in my cute little black car, I suddenly detected an obstacle to my willpower as a sweet smell wafted into my car and up to my nose. I knew that smell anywhere. It was Dunkin Donuts. “I…will…not…stop…for…donuts!” I said to myself as I tried to speed up…