When I was thirty-five years old, I adopted a dog. Now, this might not sound that surprising except I had never had a dog before. Not as a child, not growing up. If my friends had dogs, I wasn't really that interested. So, the idea of bringing a dog into my neat, tidy, little home was a shock to me.
But I did my research, and I found my Shadow. She's a lab mix, and she loves other dogs. Sooo, a year later, I adopted Riley.
Now, I would love to tell you these are perfectly well-behaved dogs. But that would be a lie. If you look at his picture, you might notice that Riley is a hound mix. This means he is stubborn, loud and obnoxious. And while Shadow is super sweet, she also expects everyone to love her (and pet her) as much as I do! And if I don't keep up with the dusting and mopping and vacuuming, my once neat, tidy, little home starts to resemble a large kennel.
But I also wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
So, I was wondering, is there anything that YOU'VE done to upset your neat, tidy, little world?
