He got a new toy, a cashmere sweater that smelled embarrassingly like me and an hour and three quarters of play time. (These were not rewards. These were pre. His reward for behaving well was lots of "good boys.")
Yesterday his bed, collar and assloads of dog food were purchased. Today even more things come up off the floor and I decide whether he'll be eating and drinking out of my stuff or gets his own Baxter bowls. I'll try and sleep with his bed tonight so it gets some eau de Tizzy.
I'm also trying to get one extra visit in today but The Humane Society is overloaded. It is fantastic that they are so revered and trusted, yet it's heartbreaking that more and more animals are being given up or abandoned.
And I'm realizing this is not a well-written blog post. It's more a blah post. But my show is closing today, I gave myself food poisoning the other day, I have shin splints and there's oodles to do.
BD-2. So excited I could piddle.