So... the Happy Dog greets me at the door and I don't even get knocked down!
This is great and I'm very happy about that! One of the best things about her being two years older is that... she's two years older! So she relaxes a lot faster than when she was just a puppy.
We get all our lovin' in and she's finally ready to go outside to do her thing, I let her back in... we play for awhile, then she lays down with her big, fuzzy head in my lap so I can absentmindedly pet the underside of her chin while I read my book.
Later on she's sort of bugging me and I think, "Oh yeah... getting close to her supper time." So I check the note of instructions of how much to feed her.
It also lists the times to feed her.... Dear God in heaven! Does that really read 6:00 A.M.!?!?!
Man... just kill me now.
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One person's thoughts on surviving cancer, the physical and emotional aftermath and the use of sometimes twisted humor to get through it all. Along with some daily observations that at times makes me go, huh?
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