Sometimes it feels like all we say is "no, Vicki" or "no bark" or "down, girl." She rifles through the garbage in the bathrooms so we must keep the bins up on the counters. She drinks the coffee, juice and wine from our cups so we must keep them out of reach.
Everything must be Vicki-proofed. We must put away our shoes because she''ll chew them and so forth. On a good day none of these situations causes too much of a challenge but some days I think it would be best if she went back to fat and unenergetic.
Adjusting to this fit version of our Vicki is fun. She has a new lease on life and we're happy about that and, well, she keeps us on our toes too.
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