Monday, February 15, 2010
Bad Puppy!
So, I went skiing this past week and left my little angel, Teddy, a 9lb yorkiepoo, in the care of my roommate, Susie. The week passed by quickly with no word from my roommate, so I texted her to check in assumming that no news was good news. This is what she texted back:
Susie: "Well he had a hurt leg on Monday. Tuesday he pooped in my room. Wednesday and Thursday he pooped and peeped in the downstairs bathroom. He is in a better mood this morning. I think he is lonely and lashing out."
Susie: "Well he had a hurt leg on Monday. Tuesday he pooped in my room. Wednesday and Thursday he pooped and peeped in the downstairs bathroom. He is in a better mood this morning. I think he is lonely and lashing out."
