|Who knows what the future holds |
for Deuce and the Kosterpeldings
Starting on Wednesday Deuce lost his couch/chair privileges, and surprisingly that adjustment has been really easy. He just finds a soft spot on the ground and sleeps there. We have also kind of quarantined this area so Edith can't mess with him. It still remains to be seen whether this will work.
If it doesn't we can either bring in a dog behaviorist or get rid of him. I'm guessing we'll go with the latter, since I have a feeling neither Chelsey nor I are going to be any good at dog training while we're trying to keep Edith from killing herself as she learns to walk.
So we may be saying goodbye to our dog. Which makes me sad. It makes me even sadder as I write this. Deuce is a member of our family. He's the one that continually embarrasses us, but makes up for it later by doing something funny while no one is around. He's the perfect combinations of sweet and dick. I hope we get to keep him.