...went from sleeping in our beds to getting kicked out while I was pregnant. From being the center of our world and doing all sorts of fun stuff and cuddling all of the time...
He now sleeps on the floor, gets "played" with all of the time by a noisy nosy toddler, gets his food and water bowl put up because said noisy nosy toddler is very interested in eating and drinking said dog's things instead of noisy nosy toddler food/drink.
He constantly has to listen to a loud noisy nosy toddler instead of the peace and quiet that he loves...
Said dog can't even cuddle with his daddy while daddy plays video games because noisy nosy toddler must investigate ears, paws, give kisses and bother.... He doesn't have any dog toys laying around because the noisy nosy toddler fights him for the toys since noisy nosy toddler wrongly believes that everything was put on this planet for him...
Poor said dog has lost everything...
and now he has finally hit rock bottom....
Noisy nosy toddler has declared said dog's last possession as his own.... Said dog has now lost his chair. Noisy nosy toddler just laid siege, forcefully removed said dog and has piled said dog's chair up so high with toys, that I'll be surprised if noisy nosy toddler can crawl back up there...
the poor, poor, poor, poor life of said dog.
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- Lost in Tarnation
- I am a working mom of two trying to stay sane in the midst of our first house renovation. I am obsessed with bargains and making something fabulous out of a boring find.
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