When we got home, I was twitching from lack of sleep, too much bad gas station coffee and the ringing in my ears from Kodi’s four hour bark-a-thon in the back of the car. I stomped around, flung open the hatchback and picked up his leash, ready to lose my mind all over my beast of burden, this albatross who sold me a bill of goods with his block head, slobbery ball and lab-ways. So I snatched the leash, ready to tear into Kodi while stuffing him into his crate where he would live for ALL ETERNITY. Well, the leash came with me but Kodi did not… because in-between his nose-whistles, barks and yodels, he was chewing his leash into pieces. I facepalmed myself so hard, I slapped myself into the next week. But then it dawned on me, he was home, we were insanely in love with him and wait for it… HE STAYED IN THE HATCH AREA all on his own! He could have jumped into the backseat with Drue any time after tearing his leash apart. BUT HE DIDN’T! At that moment, I just knew I had made the best, the right decision. There wouldn’t be any more problems because Kodi’s great in that better than chocolate cake way and because we love this dog and as John Lennon said, all you need is love!
Right?
