Or my neglected furry friend.
Just as she thought, Brett came along and she got moved to the back burner. We got home from church on Sunday and couldn't find Bailey anywhere, usually she meets us at the front door. We were calling her name, but she wouldn't come, finally we heard her nails scratching and found her in the bathtub. Hmmm...I think she might be telling us something.
Sorry sweet girl, I promise as soon as I get a free hour you'll get a bath...or maybe I'll get a nap.
Im afraid our doggies are going to feel the same way!
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