I have, with no shame gone out in the morning in my pink pyjamas and my bed hair for potty breaks.
Instead of pocket change I now find cookies and crumbs in there
I have too many times to count brought to work the poopies bags, don't worry, the empty ones!, that I forgot to take out of my coat pocket.
We have declined many dinner invitations during the week because, it didn't fit in Gazou's schedule and we didn't want him to have the night alone all by himself. We have resorted to meeting friends at night after he has gone to bed.
I always hated shopping, now I find myself searching for new pet stores that we can go visit on weekends.
I can relate to the endless search of "dog friendly" places not much luck so far.
I find it cute when Gazou growls because it's his play growl! Other (small) dog owners have looked at me like I was crazy.
I also stalk any boxers I can. I have made friends with a few so that Gazou can play with his own kind!! I know we look like maniacs making all kinds of gestures in the car and baby talking!
I have taken great offense to someone making a face when seeing a picture of my boy's mother... I told her to never show me a picture of her kids....:rolleyes:
I have had to change my clothes numerous times after going home for lunch and playing with Gazou in my work clothes...doesn't look too good going back to work full of muddy paw prints!!
When chatting in the office in the morning people talk about their kids etc... I always have a story to tell about where Gazou went potty yesterday, or what he ate for supper, which friend we meet on our walk.
Thats about all I can think of now!!
Catherine and Gazou
