In The Beginning

Clifford came to live with us April 29th 2010 along with a senior cat that we now call Chloe.

Clifford was neutered the day before we picked him up and was a little hung over from the anesthesia the first day. We brought him home, put some food in his dish which he ignored. We went downstairs after dinner to the tv room. As soon as the tv came on he went to sleep and slept the first evening until it was time for us to retire. He slept through the night in his crate until about 5:00 a.m.. Nice! No whining or restlessness. For the first few days every time we turned the tv on he went to sleep. How did we get so lucky? A puppy who was made for our somewhat slower pace.

That was the honeymoon phase and it was short lived. From the beginning he has slept through the night without a whimper and I am grateful.  But there was a high price to pay for it.  Soon Clifford, would become my fitness trainer.

One morning as Cliffy (his name only at those special moments) was napping on the couch,  I thought it would be a good time to take my shower. I had just spent an hour or so retrieving various household items from the jaws of death and the warm water would relax me.

As I emerged from the shower and peered out into the steamy bathroom I realized my towel was not on the rack. I reached for my husband's, it was gone too. I stepped out on to cold floor, the rug was gone. As the steam began to clear I realized that the bathroom had been stripped of towels, clothes and my robe. Only one slipper remained and as I slipped my foot into it I realized the inside had been chewed out. I was not in the shower that long!

That will be remembered as a good morning....