I've Been Puppyjacked

We’ve been attending the Pathways training.

It’s changing our lives.

Heck.  It’s changing my life.  And thusly, my outlook.  Henceforth, changing our lives, because what I do affects ThatManILove.

Here's what the training’s doing to me, and for me.

This training hits you at heart level.  Gut level.  Oh, it hits you in your thinker, too.

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Well, puppy pawola.

My son’s dog Pea took it upon his hairy self to attack me, jump in my lap, and as such, on my laptop.  He puppyjacked me.  And then, he slobbered all over me in kisses of apology and “come play with me”.  As he’s a 40 lb Australian Shepherd, he’s kind of hard to ignore.

I guess today’s not the day to write about this.

I’m going to think about it some more and maybe my next post will be clearer and more concise.

I’m gonna give this pup some attention.  He deserves it...he’s a super sweet puppy.

It's A Dog's Life