Gryffin really isn't a puppy. He's 10 years old and set in his ways. Moving in with me after being with the kids at their dad's house has been an adjustment. He hasn't been alone much since their dad doesn't work. So I feel extra guilty when I have to work all day.
My boyfriend Craig came over tonight, ON HIS DAY OFF, to be with the Gryffin. It's the little things like that that make me feel grateful for the people in my life. I know he's a softie when it comes to animals, so I'm sure Gryffin walked him instead.
Day one has ended with a good memory already!