Well... actually that's not true. Currently Baby is confined to exactly that spot. See Baby is what I call my dog Kala anytime that I actually like her, (which isn't that often) or when I feel sorry for her (which is slightly more often). She is quite sick at the moment, and as much as I just love cleaning up runny dog poo from all over my house she has been confined to a small piece of linoleum in the kitchen. Which she is arguably not very happy about, but it surely wasn't my idea for her to wake me up a 6am being sick all over her kennel in my bedroom.
I suppose this is God's clever way of getting me ready for parenthood right? Oh dear. At least real babies are slightly easier to handle. I mean wrestling with a full grown Weimaraner (aka giant ball of energy even when she isn't feeling well) is not exactly easy.
Although I am pretty sure my mom used the "over the linoleum" bit on us when we were young and sick too.
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