If It Makes You Happy

When Happy was a babypuppy I used to carry him around in my big fake Louie Vuitton purse with a towel on the bottom so he could curl up and fall asleep. He would rumble around in there until he would roll over backwards and fall asleep while we went around doing our errands. And…

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Happy = Crazy, Me = Exhausted

Happy is driving me up the wall. We picked him up from my mom’s last night and he hasn’t stopped barking since. He’s barking because he keeps “losing” his tennis ball. And by “losing” I mean strategically rolling it under the couch/ottoman/recliner/Christmas tree so that either R.J or I have to get down, shimmy under…

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