The kids are on vacation this week at their grandparents' house. That means a big break for me! Well, sort of. If I didn't have that darn dog, it would be perfect.
Do you know what that varmit did today? He learned a new trick. Good? No. Not good. He learned to pry the register vents off and throw his bone down the vent. He thought it was great! That's all I need - the house blowing up because a bone landed in the furnace!
So I had to yell at him, take away his bone, and throw him in his crate.
I think we should have named him Trouble.