I no extended have to stuff a chair less than the shoe closet door. My flip flops are protected. The 5-pound fat that sat on the leading of the bathroom trash can is now gone. The towel protecting the leather-based passenger seat in my car is folded and back again in the closet. The game titles of chase at dinnertime and hiding treats in her favorite pink ring are more than far too.
So quite a few improvements in such a shorter time. It is been three weeks – weeks of shattering unhappiness and silent emptiness in my house.
Even though at Edisto Beach, scheduling a wedding ceremony for our daughter, Connie (second Mom to Dora, the red devil), named me several times stating that Dora was acting “weird.” She was walking as if bewildered and pacing to come across a relaxed put to slumber. Her final comment, “She’s not