I’m Glad Someone Appreciates It

Oz is doing well with his little broken elbow. It’s hard to keep him calm sometimes. He gets around on his three good legs pretty well.

I try not to give him many special privileges…I don’t want to spoil him now and make our job of training more difficult than it already is/going to be.

But there is one area where I’ve given in.

I went looking for Oz the other day, and assumed he was in his bed in the laundry room. He wasn’t. I looked all over the house and yard and couldn’t find him. I was mystified. I knew he hadn’t disappeared into thin air, so I started looking again, a little more carefully this time.

Here’s where I found him. 

So yeah, I let him lay in the clean laundry. At least until I folded it. It was mostly t-shirts and socks anyway. I drew the line the other night when he tried to jump into a basket full of clean dress clothes, though.

Added wrinkles are not appreciated.