running in the November rain with a little-ish puppy at 9:15 tonight. And why was I subjecting myself to the elements? Because THE PUPPY decided it would be fun to jump up on a dining room chair and put her precious little furry paws on. my. table.
That is unacceptable.
Obviously she had some extra energy, because tired dogs are good dogs. She was not being good, so she bought herself an instant ticket to Run Till I Say Stopville. The kids regularly visit the sister-city of That's It, We're Going Outside Nowtown.
But Penelope was game and ran for about 1 1/2 at a pretty good clip. And now she's tired. And good.
And that makes me happy.
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