On this Saturday after Thanksgiving, I have something to be thankful for.
He's my incredibly cute, though incredibly energetic, Labradoodle.
While my bathrooms were being redone, and with all the lead paint dust loose in the house, my sister, Bairbre, and her dog whisperer boyfriend offered to dog-sit. Now that the work is pretty much done, we decided it was time for Willie's return.
Octavio, the dog whisperer, has had crazy Willie doing a boot camp. He made great progress, I was told.
But I'm the one that needs a dog training boot camp! I know that dog training isn't for the dog. It's for the humans!
He's chewed a bedroom slipper. My George Kovaks lamp has a chewed cord, and there is a black smudge on the outlet it was plugged into.
Luckily for Willie, God made him cute. He was a cute puppy, and he's an adorable, affectionate dog.
So tomorrow, we're going to the neighborhood doggy play group - where they can run around like little lunatics and wear each other out.
When Willy and I figure this out, he' going to be my real estate mascot. I don't kow that I'll ever put a picture of him on my business card - he'd upstage me! But I will use him in some of my marketing stuff.
Maybe I can get my neighbor to slip me some of her son's Ridelin.