I broke my LBD's heart one morning this week.
I had to go out on a site visit for work. The site is in the back of beyond in very rough country. Not knowing what situation I'd find myself in I made certain that I was wearing my walking boots, just on the off-chance that I had to scramble up granite outcrops or walk any paths.
As I arrived through the door to the garage, the LBD was so excited to see me in walking boots, hat in hand.
Then I shut him outside, got into the car and left.
Remarkably, how much resentment did he hold this afternoon when I returned?
Watching Him Do What He Does by The Pioneer Woman
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