The other morning I spent 45 minutes driving around, in my jammies, looking for this dog. Even had to take Miss Thing to school in said jammies as I didn’t even have time to change my clothes when The Boy set him free when his bus showed up.
I finally found him, a block and half away from home. The dude doesn’t travel far.
I noticed after we had been home a few minutes the guilt of his decisions where weighing on him.
He wouldn’t even look at me. That’s how I knew he was sincere.
So, I decided to forgive him.
2 comments:
lol! Poor Jefferson... he finally has it figured out and now you are going to move him and he'll have a new neighborhood to explore.
Oh I'm glad you did. His heart looked heavy!
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