He might be big, but he is sensitive. Steve LOVES Tuesday mornings because it's trash day in our neighborhood. He waits and waits until he hears the big trash truck nearby. Then, like a flash, he flies through the dog door ready to kill. Out into the yard, barking and having a fit, Steve jumps upon the fence (scratching the crap out of it) over and over again.. He's almost able to reach the top of the fence, his tiny, svelte 125-pound body flying against the wood slats. He has broken a wooden post in the past which has been replaced with steel posts.
Well, yesterday was different. I woke up ready to get the amazing sight of trash truck day on film. However, we waited . . . and waited . . . and waited . . . and Steve was sad. Here is your proof:
Heartbreaking, huh? Don't worry, though. The trash truck showed up many hours late yesterday and Steve's faith in killing from afar was restored.
We met November 11, 2003 and married March 10, 2007. We are the proud parents of our daughter, Kate (born 9.11.12), two dogs, one angel dog, one angel cat and three angel babies. Our hope and prayer was to add some human children to our family, but we have learned that dreams don't always come true. Our life isn't THAT exciting, but we're sharing it anyway!
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