My dogs open the door to our garage apartment and let out the dog that lives there. Is that weird? Bruiser is a sweet dog. He's a mix of blue healer and I don't know what but there's a possibility that down the line there's a little basenji. Not important but he's adorable. He's a puppy and keeps the boys active which is great. Buster isn't fond of me paying attention to him but Buster is quite insecure.
The three of them are running around this morning getting rid of some energy when my boys would typically refuse to go outside. I appreciate Bruisers youth at times like these when I don't feel much like walking the dogs. They chase him around until they're hacking up their lungs. My kids have had heart worms and are now middle aged so they're easy to wear out. (Thank goodness.)
Buster chewed up the attachment to the heated blanket we got as a gift recently. Luckily it wasn't plugged in. He loved that thing too. I don't know if he was pissed that it wasn't warm or just bored and loving plastic (and wires).
These kids!
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