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.

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