Y’all, seriously. I don’t know what to do about this dog! I’ve hired a “dog walker” – Karson, my cousin – to play with her every afternoon and she still creates this mess a few days a week. She’s running out of things to destroy in my laundry room.
The funniest part about this whole saga is Ella’s reaction when we get home in the afternoons. The laundry room is one of the only doors in the house that she can open without assistance. She turns the knob and marches in to see what mess is waiting. It would be SO much better if you could hear her sweet voice, but she either says “Beemer no make a mess!” or ” Beemer make a mess!” It is so cute that I have a really hard time being upset with the dog in the process. Today Ella saw the mess, made her declaration and promptly put her hands on her hips (her new thing to do). She started fussing, “Stop making this mess, get outside, you’re in big trouble,” and so on and so forth. She is such a little mommy.
