Archer, our terrier mix, has developed a new skill recently, one that I really, really had hoped he would not figure out. But first you need to know a few things.
My husband, who I love dearly, has taken over the garage as his “den.” Keep in mind we have no children at home now, he has a giant recliner and huge TV in the living room, and he can watch whatever he wants pretty much whenever he wants. But apparently, it’s too civilized in there. He’d rather be in the garage with the washing machine, his third hand couch, hand-me-down TV and concrete floor.