August 19th- My mother actually threw my dog a birthday party. How Harley’s day goes.
My dog makes it his personal mission to wake me up…everyday.
Even if I try get back to sleep, I know it is inevitable that my sleep is over.
It’s astounding how many things I have take out of his mouth.
The mat my father bought the day before. He’s pretty lucky it is his birthday. Unfortunately this really does happen everyday. That’s not even his first floor mat.
I don’t know if he thinks he’s a parrot or a really small cat. Either way we all starting to get back problems.
Today is really Harley’s birthday. My mother actually threw him a party. Party packs, hats, you name it…I must be the only person in my family who finds this strange….
All in days work, Harley is pretty hungover from his party sleeping the rest of the afternoon.