That has nothing to do with anything, but it might be relevant later when you're combing through the Yellaphant archives looking for evidence of my mental deterioration.
What I do want to write about is Rooney. Because as I pattered around the apartment getting ready for work this morning, I noticed that Rooney was following me. Like a puppy.
And as B and I were eating breakfast in the kitchen we looked down and saw Rooney. Just sitting. Watching us. Not humping. Not growling. Not biting. Not barking. Just being. And every time we looked at him, he wagged his tail and wiggled a bit closer to us.
This. Is. Big. When we rescued Rooney, he
But this week something has happened. And his improved behavior is manifesting itself physically because that pup is cuter than ever and B swears that his eyes have softened and I swear that B is straight.
There is still the occasional growl and good luck getting that piece of trash out of his mouth 'cause it's easier to catch a chicken but then there is this
And actually the humping is worse than ever but Frankie says relax, lady, he's too short to ruin your labradoodle's pedigree.
But that won't be a problem for too much longer because it's almost time for the ol' snip snip and boy am I excited for that little visit to the vet.