As I sit here listening to the rumble coming from Leroy's stomach and wondering what he may be attempting to digest this time, I am reminded of his innocence. He truly is just a puppy at a mere 8.5 months old. The biggest problem is he is now over 130 lbs. which seams like a contradiction to his age. Here are a few things Leroy has taught me about myself this past month:
1. I will not take a regurgitated piece of clothing and wash it for future use. I just cannot do it. No matter if it is in perfect condition. (Although I have thought about it when it is a glove. But alas, we will simply wear unmatched gloves and rest assured that these have never graced the intestinal tract of my puppy)
2. Some of the Christmas ornaments that I believed were sentimental in value were simply 'things'. The memories attached to them cannot be gently removed from a branch and played with until they are a fine glitter on the floor.
3. Mike and I both require new winter boots. Shoveling snow in runners because the boots that you once owned had the heels chewed off in a fit of anxiety, is not smart. Runners become wet and cold which in turn causes the person wearing them to become cold and sick....for the rest of the winter.
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| The aftermath from the first attack on the tree ornaments. |
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| These are from July and September. |
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| Most recent comparison shot. Meg is getting back to her normal size and Leroy is still growing. |
