I’m still not fully out of the woods yet.
There are good moments while in Denver, and there are..the not so good ones, where I stay home when I should be out exploring, and I solely rely on my 2 wonderful canine companions.
Murphy is 4 years old. He acts like a typical toddler every single night since I arrived. I take him to his bed ‘pod’ _where I have to open it up and he usually immediately slides in and completely disappears_…Then? Like I said, every single night, he crawls into my bedroom around 2 am…Wakes me up as he stands there and just…stares at me, (eye rolling)..then jumps on the bed.
He is such a character! It doesn’t stop there! He sits and stares at me in the dark (eye roll again), then I’m supposed to lift up the covers and he zips underneath … and just disappears! How could he breath while all tucked in that way? Noooo idea! But it happens every night, so I guess he does.
Guinness is 10. He goes nuts when he hears the word ‘walk’. He starts turning around in circles ‘WALK? WALK?!WHAT?! Did you just say..WALK?! Are we walking? Like RIGHT NOW? Well where do I stand for you to put that lead on me? Why are you taking so long? WHAT IS GOING ON? You DID SAY WALK? I DID HEAR YOU SAY WALK! OMG WHAT DO I DO? DANCE? Well I am! LET’S GO ALREADY’
*To be continued—