A Bonding Moment

We bought Doughboy a new state-of-the-art crate. It has window shades, cushions, and a "moon roof." It's awesome. I liked it so much I crawled in there with him.

Doughboy

I dedicate this week's blog to my sometimes friend, sometimes nemesis, Doughboy. He sheds all over the apartment (even on the stove), tracks in mud, costs a ton to feed, barks and whines too much, blows doggy breath in my face, tears up my pretty decorative pillows, and gives me leash-burn on my hand when I try to walk him. Truly, the hardest part of marriage for me so far has been adjusting to living with a big dog. At times, I want to lock him in his crate and never let him out. BUT, this hurts Troy's feelings. He kinda loves Doughboy.

So, I've decided to take my own advice. I always tell people in counseling that if they need to like someone that they don't initially care for (for instance, step-children) they should "fake it until they feel it." Our feelings follow our thoughts. So, I'm putting positive thoughts into my head and creating positive interactions with Doughboy. Like right now, I rented Marley and Me for Doughboy and I to watch while Troy's at work. I'm already beginning to feel some warm fuzzies.

If only he'd stop barking at the t.v.