Getting Mike to pick up after himself is a battle I keep waging, although the likelihood of ever winning is remote, to say the least. However, Parker might have helped with that this morning.
One of Mike’s -- ah -- endearing? -- traits is the way he spreads the Sunday paper all over the living room floor, where it basically stays for several days, if not until the next week’s edition arrives. A few minutes ago, he went to get the crossword puzzle to take with him to the airport.
“Tyler! Come here! Now!”
Apparently Parker -- it really couldn’t have been either of the other two dogs -- had very carefully used the papers to pee on. Some ran over onto the rug, but, really, his aim was impressive. At least to me. Mike was less appreciative.
Ah, justice.
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