Happy Wordless Wednesday! My dogs are convinced I’m having an affair. Being Wordless Wednesday, I thought it would be easier to show you why, than to tell you. You be the judge. Am I having an affair?
I don’t understand why my dogs think I’m having an affair. Really?! Just because I come home covered in tiny white dog fur, smelling like Elvis … This is the face I get when I return home every afternoon.
Then I get a thorough sniffing, from head to toe. Chewy’s nose works over time when I’ve been hanging out with Elvis. Turns out he’s a jealous little dog. Who knew? Then I give him a treat …
And all is well.
Until I write again …
Flea