Last night I had SSDF Liberty upstairs with me. This isn't an unusual occurance, as he has been frequenting the role of "protector". He was retrieving some items for me as he usually does when Winston got very puppy like and jealous...jumping around and trying to get treats that weren't rightfully his. This problem was solved by having him do a few tasks of his own. Earlier he got his "mega" fix* which always makes him happy.
This morning he did great again with responding to me while I was in bed. He was in the other room and pushed my door open to come to me when I called him. "Spoke" two or three times on command and alerted my mom successfully.
I'm getting my new wheelchair today, hopefully the delivery guy is a dog fan!
I hope'd we had puppy class tonight so that Roseanne could "peg" my wheelchair, but we don't! Bleh, I really don't want to have the alcoholic boyfriend [of my mom] do it. AT ALL.
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