Bubba-Love is trying to give up his afternoon nap.
Rats, rats, and double rats.
Who knew those two hours in the afternoon could mean so much to me. The time to get outside, pick up poop, play with the dogs, write, drink tea. The peace of a napping house.
Shattered by the shrill cries of, "MOOOOOMMMMMMIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"
Hence my newest mission: I'm going to have to teach Bubba-Love how to use the pooper scooper and boil the kettle.