So glad it's a weekend. It's been a rough week around here. Lots of people stuff going on, and then the doggies had to add their issues, too.
Thumper apparently thought he was going to freeze to death one night and decided he had to sleep in the people bed to survive. With his feet and head crammed against my back. I woke up in pain and barely able to walk, which led to a series of chiropractor visits. Thanks, Thumper. Remind me to put a heating pad in your dog bed when the next cold front comes through.
Then Lightning ate something that made him ill. I think it was poo. Gross, I know. Dogs are...I seriously wonder why I find them so irresistible. He decided to show his love by leaving a regurgitated pile of *something* ON A RUG for me to clean at 9:00 at night. After work, after a chiropractor visit, after my son's LONG baseball practice. That was just lovely to come home too. I'll spare you the gory details, but after I had to clean up that mess, Lightning almost became an outside dog. He still hasn't worked his way out of the dog house, and I am still trying to get the smell out of that rug. **UGH**
In the spirit of Thanksgiving week, I think I should try to find something to be thankful for in all of this. I'm thankful that the dogs keep me company and make me laugh. I'm thankful that my family is well. And I'm thankful that the dry heaves from cleaning the rug that night worked my abs (which is supposed to help my back pain from Thumper) and spared me from doing crunches that night.
Happy Saturday, everyone.