I went to my mother’s over the weekend. There’s something I always forget about staying there: You have to be prepared to sleep with one — maybe two — 80-pound dog. And you don’t know how lovable a Rottweiler is until she wants to snuggle.
Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
I went to my mother’s over the weekend. There’s something I always forget about staying there: You have to be prepared to sleep with one — maybe two — 80-pound dog. And you don’t know how lovable a Rottweiler is until she wants to snuggle.