Since I've been slightly horomonal, I've taken (what some might call) aggressive measures in keeping Brighton, our dog, out of the living room. Particularly when we are away. The only problem is...he gets out. No matter, what I do, he gets out.
Seriously, how did he get out??
before i left the house...
when i returned
2 comments:
HA! HA! I am dying laughing at Brighton's face!!
hilarious...any ideas yet?
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