Dexter is almost two. He’s obviously not tame yet. Sometimes I dream of a fancy dog bed, but then I remember that my dog is an asshole. Fancy pet accessories can’t exist in my house. That proud look on his face after he terrorizes our lives, though, is worth all the ugly dog beds at Costco.
The good new is that it’s still technically the weekend for us. Presidents Day is awesome. We’re off to burn and then consume some calories!