August 2017
Eli, Part III - Pork Dog
We met the foster on a Saturday morning at PetSmart. Eli accepted our love and kisses as if we'd had him since he was a puppy. Underneath his wheat colored fur that covered his face, were two beautiful, big brown eyes that sparkled like Christmas morning. As soon as we could have him groomed, we'd make sure to have the fur cut so it wouldn't cover his eyes anymore. Sheep dog types are used to this though and it wasn't uncomfortable for him, we just wanted to be able to see his pretty eyes.
Oh My Cod!!!
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It is no secret that I cannot cook. I do not cook. I do not go to the grocery store. I do like to eat though. A lot. My personal chef, aka my husband, knows this and keeps me happily OUT of his kitchen.
So I came home from working late on Friday and my cook was sitting on his buns watching TV. That was the second thing I noticed. The first thing I took note of was the clean, fresh scent of hardwood cleaner and the sight of shiny wood floors and tile. Over 2600 square feet of flooring so clean you could eat off of it.