My Friend’s Dog

My friend’s dog is roaming around the room. Standing at the door moving to the bed, just moving. She has so much energy and I know she’s a puppy but damn. She jumps up again and grabs a toy to mangle. She’s destroyed so many toys it’s unreal. This toy is a Christmas elf head that has a squeaker in the head and the bottom is a rope loop. She has really messed up the rope part, but that’s fine. It’s her toy and it’s meant to be used and abused. It makes me happy that she’s happy and that she’s able to do what she wants within reason.

Oh, she’s started squeaking the toy again. It’s one of the few squeaky toys she’s had that she hasn’t destroyed the squeaker in. She’s a nice pup when she’s not acting up and being a total asshole. She’s curled up on the end of the bed now and I think she’s decided to relax for a bit. She’s a fun pup and I’m glad she’s here’s