my old dog has had several accidents upstairs last night. I shampooed all the rugs up there. A small feat...
She has always wanted to join me wherever I am but lately she is staying on the enclosed front porch. Today, all day. I am going to let her stay out there tonight instead of having her join me upstairs. It hurts my heart not to have her with me but she seems to be picking it. There is a tile area I can leave paper down so she can potty on. She isnt telling me she needs to go out. This is part of the dementia....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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