Hi G-Fans!
Well, the concierge thinks Snagglepus' parting is close. She actually thought he had passed this morning, but after a few minutes of talking to him and touching him a couple of times while he was wedged behind the dryer his tail suddenly twitched ever so slightly. The concierge didn't know whether to be relieved or not. It made her retrieval efforts a little more delicate.
On another note, the snow has gotten hard and icy with the cold temperatures.
So I bet you can guess what DIDN'T happen tonight.
That's right....
Instead of putting boots and coats on us, we didn't go out for our walk AGAIN!
Harry's concierge only made matters worse by telling the concierge she was right because Harry started having issues on his short neighborhood walk after 10 minutes.
I HATE it when she is right like that!
Oh, and btw, she got a taste of the torture we have been enduring every day.
The noise has been horrendous. Deafening.
What?
Seriously. the concierge had to stand outside in the very cold temperatures to hear people on the other end of the phone.
She sympathized with Sophie too.
Not only did she cover part of the crate, she bought her some cute ball toys when she was getting Snagglepus food at the store.
Bertie can't wait to get a hold of those little round plastic jingling nuggets.
And on an up-side, the concierge seems to be pleased with the bathroom progress.
That is good, at least the daily torture benefits SOMEONE.
So, may you put yourself in someone else's situation to achieve true compassion.
TTFN!
-G
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