I usually greet each day at the same time with the same response. Right around 5:30 a.m., you can count on me to throw up. And lately, I might repeat this performance at various times throughout the day.
As a result, the horribleness of my my parents’ bedroom rug is beyond belief. Why don’t they buy one of those steam cleaners and use it every day?
No way am I sleeping on their disgusting rug. I’ve found a better haven:
My parent’s closet is, of yet, new territory.
I’m slowing down, but I haven’t given up. I still am the cutest dog on the planet:
My mom started making Olive’s Christmas princess dress by cutting out the pieces:
Gosh, I hope I don’t…..you know what….on that. No way would Mom forgive me.
UPDATE – I just went outside, and made it up AND down the front steps all by myself. So there.
I love you!