
Three dogs is too many dogs.
I dog sat.
For two pups.
Including my Blue, there were three dogs in the house.
For days and days and days.
Oh. My. God.
That’s too many dogs.
At any given moment of any given day, one wanted in, one wanted out, one was barking, one was digging, one was chewing, one was jumping, and two were picking on the other one.
I got nothing done all week.
It felt like the old days with all the neighborhood kids running in and out of the house.
I definitely had a lot more tolerance for chaos back in the day.
Now that the boys are grown, I’ve become accustomed to a quiet and orderly routine.
Although Blue enjoyed the company, as soon as her playmates went home, she melted into the kitchen floor and slept soundly for several hours.
It’s confirmed.
I’m an only-dog household.

Liz Brenner
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