My twin called to say that she and the new freegle are on the road. he's shy, a little scared, needs to be snipped, she says. His name is Newton.
We are going to being getting a dog, I told the cat on my lap. His name is Newton and he's
damaged.
I have wrapped the furniture with saran. I will be buying wee-wee pads and taking up all the rugs. he's somewhere between 5 and 9 but he doesn't know anything about where to pee, when.
My job is to love him, my twin says. And maybe housetrain him a little. But mostly, the love part.
i can do that, i think. or, can i?
can love cure damage? we shall see.
his nails aren't cut. he hasn't been on a leash. his first experience with grass was yesterday. wendy isn't so sure. what about the cats she keeps saying. the cats need a little stress in their lives, I say.
welcome freegle. the house is covered in wee-wee pads and love, and we're waiting for you nervously, like a first date.
