and after this clearly exhausting endeavor, we hopped in the car for my 3rd trip in as many days to petsmart/petco. we headed out into the freezing night for chew bones. previous to this afternoon, we noted that a)she’s a super chewer, having gotten most of one ear off her sheepie chew toy in less than an evening and b)she cries a bit when crated up so i can leave for work in the am. i don’t want to give her the fleecy toys (swallowed chunks of stuffing = not cool) while i’m gone, but i do want to give her something, hence our trip for durable, non-chunkable sorts of in-the-crate toys. after this excursion, several things are now clear:
1. likely to become a seriously spoilt pooch.
2. that whole sleeping on my right arm while i’m driving thing? not a fluke, definitely the preferred position.