Tag: dog

Byron helped me to vacuum and mop the floors this morning, in his own inimitable way.

The chonk’s head isn’t that big (yet).

I tried to take the chonk out for a walk to the post office. He didn’t really want to, so he melted into the sofa to protest.

The vet was asking us if the chonk is sleeping well, or has nightmares. As you can see, the chonk is stressed out of his mind with anxiety….

Climbing on chairs on my own

They hatin’