Marshy’s joy run
My sweet, smart, sneaky boy got out the other day when I was leaving for therapy. Man he is fast. If I’m in the house, sitting in my chair, you can open the door up wide, he would never leave. Once he knows I’m going out, it’s a mad dash to get out before him. I am either in a scooter or using my walker there is no such thing as a mad dash for me. I purchased a gate,…
