trogdor turned five this year, and he’s turned into an almost perfect dog. he gets a little testy with j2, but is learning to be more patient with his (too hard) hugs, and j2 is learning trog’s quirks and how to not trigger a growl.

chandler, who is, yes, named after friends is my parents dog. he is, in a word, pathetic. he has to be around people, all the time.

gwyneth is nine (9!) now and she’s looking like an old lady, but is still the most obedient dog in the world.

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j1 arrived at home yesterday to find him out in the house, and amazingly, apparently almost nothing was destroyed.

the gate, however, is toast: he has chewed through seven of the vertical slats; three of them yesterday (!)

we were taking dinner up to josh and erin’s and were there until 9pm, so there was no hope of a repair last night, so we thought we’d try just shutting gromit in the bedroom with us last night.

i think it was about 3 am when we kicked him out back.

a dog that weighs almost ninety pounds is a LOT to have jumping on and off the bed while you’re trying to sleep.

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