These are not actually his dogs. They are his big grown up sister's dogs, but we're fostering them for a while. Or forever. Or something.
It's not easy having three dogs. There's the back yard that is now patchy, there's the trampoline netting that got ripped up by chewy trampolining pets, there's the muddy paw prints all over the back deck, there's chicken wire around our gardens, there's the outdoor lighting that got demolished, there's the poo, there's the barricades up around the house keeping them contained to one area when they're inside, there's the constant need to feed and walk them ....
Then there's a boy that races home from school to spend time with them.
Sometimes that's enough.