I went to work today. First time since last Friday. I mean, first full dog group. I've seen other dogs individually. But I fell asleep on their couches. It counts. Their folks just wanted them to have company. Works just fine for all of us.
I forced myself out of the apartment this morning, after a quick prayer over the porcelain god. I had to work. I couldn't afford to cancel another day. I had pushed all of my clients to the end of the week, so I wouldn't miss out on much work.
So it was a full group.
Apparently the dogs hadn't seen the light of day since last Friday either. I swear, they must know when I'm most vulnerable. Marley knows I'm not going to run down to the other end of the park to pull his humping-butt off of every dog he greets. Thankfully, my pack really likes each other. They play very well together. They wore themselves out. And took me down in the process.
By the time we were leaving the park, I was feeling queasy and achy. It all came back to me in a split second. I could hardly get the pack home fast enough. All I wanted was to crash into bed, high on Ny-Quill.
...which is starting to hit me hard right about now.
One sec -- doorbell, and viciously-barking-Hunny-girl need my attention.
Well, it's a good thing I hadn't crashed yet. I just received my first flower delivery. A cheering up from MOM. Thanks mom. They are beautiful. I'll photograph them when I'm more awake.
I'd better wrap this up before I fall asleep at the keyboard.
Catch you later.
And while I'm resting, remember to vote for me in the Viv... Zzzzzz...