I know I complain about her. Like, all.the.time. It's just the shrill sound of her bark that, while infrequent, seems to happen 100% of the time when the kids actually GO TO SLEEP. It's without fail.
So, I pretend to hate her- and lots of time I really do hate her...but the kids LOVE her. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
But then I have moments where I realize that despite the annoying sound of her bark, she really is good to the kids. So I decide to let her live here instead of the pound for another few days.
I actually think she is almost enjoying the blow out and the flat iron treatment.
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