I can't decide if Hogan really does have the bladder of a 90-year-old man, or if he just gets bored at night and wants to take a little stroll outside.
Either way, it involves me getting up at all hours of the night to let him out. It seems that the rest of the family has a built-in 'Hogan filter' and the noise he makes simply does not exist in their world.
He's a Boxer and he's almost twelve years old. I guess I should just be thankful that he keeps it off the carpet, right?
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I've discovered another reason I really enjoy being married: Strutting down the hallway on my way to bed with foam rollers in my hair singing, "This is why I'm hot. This is why I'm hot. This is why....This is why....This is why I'm hot...."
It doesn't even matter if I annoy or impress him. I win either way.
2 comments:
OK!!!!!! Thats what I'm talk'n about!!!
LOL, yeppers, the moms are always the ones to hear it. My son wakes up and I know it, he dreams and I hear it. My hubby wouldn't wake up even if the boy felt down the stairs, lol.
I LOVE your new blog, it looks awesome. I'm really thinking I need to get one over here too!
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