OK, so we have a few teething troubles. Is it my fault some idiot agreed to foster a kennel-trained dog, and then didn’t have the forethought to have enough floor cleaner in?! Meals and walks are great here, but the rules… Goodness knows how a boy is expected to remember them all at the same time.
Perhaps tonight instead of howling like a banshee, I’ll try crying and scratching at the door. Although, it might be a better idea to keep my head down and try to remember a few of those damn rules. At least the wind I had yesterday seems to have gone today. Wonder what’s for breakfast tomorrow?