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Sunday, January 18, 2015
The Joys of Owning a Doggie Door
For two weeks, while Trigger heals at my husband's parents' house, Dooley has been a singleton. It is the first time in her life she's been an only child. It threw her off a bit. She's having to entertain herself - on Friday my husband came home to mess of feathers and a bird carcass in the house. In. the. house.
Dooley is a killer? A scavenger?
It's the joys of owning a doggie
At least it's not as bad as my friend Jennifer's infamous doggie door story. Jennifer lived in the country with a doggie door, and one time she walked into her kitchen with a raccoon eating dog food from her dog's bowl. In. the. house. She screamed and the raccoon fled out of the doggie door - she had no idea she'd been feeding a raccoon.