Sorry, Son

Like any seven-year-old boy,my one-year-old (“That’s all!?” I often hear from my family) Jack Russell spends most of his life bored. A bored young dog is dangerous! From bringing in things from the yard that barely fit through the pet door, to chewing shoes, to bringing out Dad’s unmentionables to the living room, in full view of anyone coming into the house.

Henry’s shenanigans get him into trouble often, and he spends most of his life in the doghouse (no pun intended).  We have tried different things to wear him out. For instance, Mom took him running.  He laid down and called it quits in the middle of a busy intersection (luckily it was in the crosswalk), slept for a few hours when he got home, then returned to typical Henry.

Being a loving mom, I got tired of my family yelling his name (I’m surprised he doesn’t think his name is, “No, Henry!”). And I feel somewhat responsible when my son is being “ typical Henry.”

I saw a commercial that could solve our his boredom problem. Barkbox! Readers unfamiliar with it: it’s a subscription service and every month your canine children receive very cute toys, treats, and chews.  Every box is a different theme.  Last time it was King Arthur’s Court and this month it was Bluebeard.

Henry’s love for these goodies is definitely not vague.  Full and bright!

Actually, over the weekend I got an Amazon delivery, which was shoes, so the box looked like a Barkbox box.  My son went hysterical.  You would have that it was Christmas!  His Grammie actually had to put it down and prove that it didn’t contain anything fun!

I ordered an air fryer yesterday from Amazon, too (isn’t Amazon wonderful!) and it will be here Wednesday.  I am hoping the box is bigger, or it will be déjà vu!