Archie is growing like a little weed. An athletic, naughty little weed. To keep the naughtiness down to a low roar, he still has to navigate plenty of rules. If he goes outside and has a big, satisfying pee before I get in the shower, I allow him to run around with the other dogs. If he goes outside and farts around, he gets to sit in his crate while I shower. He's a quick learner. Today, he got to run around the house.
They still get into plenty of trouble but at least I know he won't pee on the floor somewhere.
I finished up in the bathroom this morning and went on a hunt for the dogs, only to discover Archie dragging the cat across the living room by his head. Just like Azza.
Good grief.
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