It was a rough week for the boy, I’m afraid.
After getting Rufus accustomed to our house and a new routine, we threw it all away this week when Gil went to Philly for a conference. The poor boy — he had to eat at a different time, get used to a dog walker, and put up with affection from only one person in the evening. Oh, the horror! He’s terribly spoiled for Gil.
So what’s with the microwave picture? Well…
Because of a lack of counter space, we had our microwave on the floor just inside the entrance to the kitchen. One of the ways Rufus let me know he was discombobulated this week was by having little accidents around the house, and the biggest just happened to be right on the microwave; by the time I got to him, it was drenched. Now, I wasn’t as upset as you’d think, because it was on its last legs anyway and this gave me the excuse to get a new convection microwave! So far, I’ve only made shirred eggs in it, but I’m already in love.
So, good going, I suppose! Way to mark your territory, Rufus! (We made counter space for the new microwave, by the way.)
After a couple of days, he settled down a bit, but was still a very, very happy boy when Gil made it home Friday.
And now, gratuitous pictures of the dog.