Happiness. It's relative.
Hello.
I am Swirl.

I am remarkable.
Last night, I pulled out a dresser drawer. This is remarkable because I already chewed off the little wooden drawer pull a while ago. So it was hard.
There were a lot of things in the drawer.
There was a wallet. And a lint brush. And a birthday card for Grandpa. And a pocket square. A gold one.
There was a tape measure which I bit in half.
There was also a lot of shoe laces. They got all drapey around me and I didn’t know what to do with them. So I went to sleep so I wouldn’t have to think about it anymore.

Oh, my…
I share your pain! Morrie, too, became an expert at opening doors:
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/07/21/no-words-the-morrie-saga/
I continue to be perplexed about your love for Swirl. I know I’m missing the dog love gene.
I continue to be perplexed about your love for Swirl. I know I’m missing the dog love gene.
He’s the most extraordinary dog. Super gentle, very friendly, and quite handsome. He does have these episodes, though. LOL