The Routine of Becoming Routine
So as I’ve begun the process of moving into my own place, and getting adjusted to having a place, I’ve had to drag my puppy along for the ride. Despite his size, MJ can roll with whatever punches fly his way. He’s been on a plane, in the car and even in my purse in his short two years of living but he has been uncomfortable adjusting to not only my space but the presence of my boyfriend in that space. Well, not anymore as of tonight. MJ welcomed my bf into our fractured family by not only licking his face, but also his ears, nose and hands. Luckily, the bf likes MJ enough at this point to sit and tolerate it and he did so, laughing during the entire process.
