Well, the painter is here... correction, he left when I stepped out of my room. Because he's a very personable type of dog, I let Jake back inside, but only with the onus that he stick by me and doesn't jump all over the guy when he comes back. My guess is that he's stepped out for lunch.
So, for today and tomorrow, Mom will be letting Jake outside when the painter arrives, and when I leave for work, I'm to leave him in my room.
I sure hope he doesn't get at anything, like my Kitten Mittens... I'd better give him his chew-bones to play with.
...and now he's just succeeded in rubbing his body all over the rug of the basement. Ai. Now I know why the hair's so well-buried in the carpeting... he puts it there himself.
So, for today and tomorrow, Mom will be letting Jake outside when the painter arrives, and when I leave for work, I'm to leave him in my room.
I sure hope he doesn't get at anything, like my Kitten Mittens... I'd better give him his chew-bones to play with.
...and now he's just succeeded in rubbing his body all over the rug of the basement. Ai. Now I know why the hair's so well-buried in the carpeting... he puts it there himself.
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I hope he doesn't get at anything in your room either. Watch, you come home and find out he's been gnawing on your wall scrolls...
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There's no room for him to even sit down in Seanna's room - all the stuff moved out of my parent's room to that room so his bed's kinda cramped...