So, its 11:00 at night....we are trying to potty train Milly (the dog) and trying to teach her to navigate the three steps out the back door..must take Milly outside...must put Spooks the cat into the garage for the night
I'm convinced the dog has a concusion (from falling off the back steps trying to get down them) & a broken leg (from tripping over my arm when I was sitting on the floor with her)......the dog really isn't hurt except in my mind of course
I'm carrying…
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