As I entered the house the other day, I saw my sewing table was wobbling around, dangerously close to tipping over. Instead of the usual clutter that graces its top, there was my 85 pound male dog. The top of that table is four feet off the ground. I have no idea how he got up there, but there he was, and he was desperately trying to find a way to get down without crashing.
I helped him down.
I love my dogs, I wish they'd play dead!
Annie(who needs TV with dogs like these?)Lee