I obviously can't do math, because yesterday was BD-6.
BD-5 is where I learn not to throw crap on the floor. Honestly, I live my life throwing everything on the floor. It runs the gamut from dirty underwear to mail to purses to change to curling irons.
Baxter is beautifully trained (despite the poor pee aim) and respectful, but...you know...
A dog's a dog.
And I've waited sooooooooo long for one, I'm cleaning as if my mother-in-law were coming for a visit.
If I had a mother-in-law.
And had to wear the cone of shame.