In the doghouse

Jax had been a tornado today.  He woke hubs up in the wee hours to go outside but didn’t quite make it and peed on the garage stairs.  By the time I came down, he was in full play mode so we played chase, eat the carpet, eat the dog bed, and more chase.  Then a walk.  

Then I left him downstairs with Hubs while I went up to my office to work on Colombia photos.  Jax managed to scamper past the gates on the stairs and roared into the office, ran to his bed ….and peed on it!  Not sure what that was about as it’s a brand new bed.  And he’d just been out.  Maybe he was just over stimulated or maybe he was showing off for the cats who were looking on in horror.  If any of you dog experts have a thought in this, I’d love to hear it.  He’s done this three times, all on new beds.

Meanwhile, the cats have had enough of staying upstairs and have taken control.  Charlie gives Jax the death-stare and Phoebe just whacks him.  The net result is that he is fascinated and very cautious.  All good.

Dark chocolate with burnt toffee - insanely delicious.  Hard to limit myself to just one square.

Xo
Debbi