one complication has arisen that I didn’t even think of. A problem that’s 12 pounds, walks on all fours, and has a pension for hiding in what he thinks are “caves”.
Tanner loves things that resemble caves. We find him under the table, under the couch, between the bed sheets, he just loves dark places. Yesterday I found his step brother, Taylor, sitting right next to the large light unit and I ask him, “Where’s Taylor?”. He looks at me funny as if to say, “Stupid human. Don’t you know I can’t vocalize the answer to your question? If I could, I would have told you to clean all that dirt underwear in your closet. I mean, really, how long have they been in there?”
I looked around and on a hunch I removed the cardboard panel that is attached to the mylar in front of the large light rig. There he was, hiding in an area that was dark, warm, and crowded. How cute…but potentially hazardous for my babies.