Lord Byron aka the puppeh aka f*ckface (my new pet name for him) may be part tasmanian devil. The little bastard (he’s not really a bastard, I met his dad, Jack) did this crazy spin thing this morning while I was holding his collar and hyperextended my elbow. He also bounces off of walls and doors and stuff. Pretty sure there is more than just dog in him.
He woke up at 6:30 again, he may be moving to the basement, except I have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow. Oh well, the husband will be home tomorrow night. I may go out for cocktails after work, BY MYSELF!
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