1. I will never get a line-in again. Spencer thinks 6.30 is a good time to get up even on weekends. Hmm...
2. I will never have a clean house. Even 10 mins after cleaning the floors, the usual piles of black hair and occasional slobber spots appear.
3. I will never be able to go on holiday/go running/go to the beach etc without the dogs, without intense pangs of guilt. Especially when they start crying as I drive/run/walk away.
4. I will never own a house with white furniture.
5. I will occasionally have to clean up what seems like tons of feathers from the back garden after the dogs have "attacked" and "killed" the pillow they were meant to be sleeping on.
6. I will never be able to pass another stray dog on the road, without feeling sad.
Still... wouldn't change them for the world!
We went running again this evening on the mountain. The dogs have learned to run next to each other and really enjoy the freedom of the mountain. As do I, of course.