About two and a half years ago, my parents promised to get my sister a dog to help with the move. Now, when she was little, she was absolutely precious:
And we got along quite well:
(She's the black thing that looks like a stuffed animal on the right.) I taught her everything she knew. Ok. Well I potty-trained her, at least. And played with her and loved her. It was great.
Fast-forward 2.5 years. We don't always get along. In fact, sometimes we rarely get along. She likes to wake me up in the morning by licking my face. She'll bark at me until I somehow understand what in the world she wants. She has now developed the habit (since the snow storm) of asking to go out every 10 minutes or so in order to lick the ice in the backyard.
But tonight we had some quality time together so I thought we should document it:
Pepper, I guess I won't try to sell you while no one's looking. Even though everyone in the family just yelled at you for eating the cats' food.
3 comments:
Oh Pepper. In that picture where she's a puppy though she's on the right. Maybe we need to work on your rights and lefts haha. I don't think you look like a stuffed animal in that picture.
I want Pepper and Jonah to be friends.
I have never met Jonah.
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