Puppy hangover.
Finally, Bailey climbed into the crate and slept. I slept next to him on a sleeping bag and sometimes I had to put my hand in through the wires to reassure him. I took him out once during the night. We all got up at 5 am (our house guest Lucky, a 7 year old pup, wasn't too pleased) and Bailey, my intelligent-handsome dog, peed and pooped when we got into the condo's backyard. After breakfast, Bailey played with me for 45 minutes and Lucky retreated to the living room for more sleep.
Now, Bailey is having a running or playing dream while she curls up lovingly...with the gas stove...
When this blog began, Bailey Tuckerman Kent was an 8-week-old Bernese Mountain Dog living in the western mountains of Maine with his writer dad, Rich. These are their stories.... and don't forget, click on most photos to enlarge.
Welcome to the world of pet ownership. They will steal your heart, soil your home and ruin your social life, Enjoy!!!
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