Separated at birth? A tale of two Tebows.
Looky what I found under a car seat.
I love him.
I christened thee…Tebow II.
He sits when I ask him to sit.
He stays when I say “stay.”
No pooping on the floor yesterday for me to step into racing out the door to a teacher conference.
No needing to walk outside at 5 a.m. (Or 10 p.m.) No. He’s just happy to sit on my dash.
No black dog hair all over my white subway bathroom tile. Hair that NEVER completely goes away even after I tried cleaning the floor with my tongue.
No bumping my arm relentlessly as I try to type. No, he never gets jealous of my prolific, below-poverty-standards writing career.
He’s so very cute.
They really could have been separated at birth.
Well, I guess he’s not really Tebow the first.
My husband keeps asking for a dog. I think he’ll get the one that doesn’t poop.
Tebow I is having major reversion to pooping puppy problems. Did it today too. I had to wear daddy down here to get the dog too. He loves him — but not lately. ugh.
And here I thought you were talking about the Gator-Bronco-possibly Jet kind. Beautiful dog, you can borrow mine if you ever want a little hair around, or a good lick in the face.
Again today???!! That dog is on a short leash.
I still have not unpacked from the hospital. My baby is seven moths old.. So I guess not.
I seriously have a love/hate relationship with our (four) dogs. Ok, “hate” is a strong word. But frustration to the nth degree is very appropriate, a lot of the time. That kind of puppy, Tebow II? That I can handle.
I have this thing about putting my stuff where other people’s have been when I don’t know how clean it all is… like the first thing I do in a hotel room is pull down the duvet so we only touch the sheets, which are in theory, cleaner (yes I’ve watched the Dateline expose!). Needless to say, I am not an unpacker. I bring a trash bag for the dirty clothes so I can keep them separate from the clean in the suitcase during my stay.
OOPS my comment ended up on the wrong post!
No worries. It happens all the time. And I get the clean thing. My mom has got me paranoid of bedbugs and hotels. Eek. But that is a different post entirely.
So funny! We have two dogs. And I love them. But man, are they a lot of work!