A while ago I became a foster Daddee.
His name was Nate.
Of course it was entirely up to me to raise him to be a good doggie.
And that was quite stressful as he was always doing the wrong thing.
He played all the time 😦
So, when he looked to be having too much fun, I confiscated his toys. Discipline is important you know.
He put a shoe on my tail 😦
So I taught him how to be a good Doggie. The essence of which is spending lots of time laying around.
He got better…
Then just as i was beginning to like him;
and I was sad.