We finally-after three years-got smart and ended the snarled-up leashes and got a “playpen” for the dogs. Of course, Dave thinks they are mad about it 😂

Myself, I was happy to have a free lap. I was happy to stop untangling leashes that got caught under my rocking chair, or trying to hold them back from running after other dogs. But Dave? He had to keep spoiling Whiskey by getting in there with them and providing his lap.

Yesterday, I put them in there so they could enjoy the outdoors while I made a phone call to my OG bestie, Kaye. They were perfectly fine! The hoovered leaves, chewed sticks, and basically laid down and watched the goings on until Brandy “realized” what time it was and started whining. She knows her dinner time is 4pm and she can tell time!

Today, they thankfully go to the groomer! They need it. Their fur is long, as are their nails. They smell bad. So a bath and a haircut is in order.

Friends, I have neglected to make you aware if you aren’t already, that its Global Prayer Week. Please pass it on. I have been sharing my Bible app in private messages, but do whatever you’re called to and get it out there.🙏

Thanks in advance!