A Tolerant Love...

My terrorist little furball is currently laying on the floor, chewing on a beef knuckle-bone and zoning out the rest of the world. I never thought I would love something so much that I could get so mad at. About 2 weeks ago, our darling Huck dug two good-sized holes in the yard. I filled them the best that I could, and we were hoping that the yard would reclaim that space and the grass would grow again. Monday morning, J informed me that Huck had re-dug the holes that I had filled. I was sooooo frustrated. Then this morning I saw that he had dug a whole NEW hole in the yard in addition to the two he had already dug!! I was even MORE angry then!! But sure enough, when I got home, he was just as happy as he always is to see me. He came bouncing out of his kennel full of love and tail-wags for me, all smiles and licks! And tonight he's been so full of energy that he drug me out of my nasty work mood. I'm in the midst of a very tolerant love...