My fur child, EmmaLou the Golden Destroyer, is acting up again. Perhaps it’s the change in the weather; cooler weather makes her somewhat more frisky. She always gets into trouble when she’s feeling frisky. I know we haven’t been spending as much quality time outdoors tossing tennis balls. We may have shortened a few of her walks (whine, whine, it’s cooooooold). And I have been shutting my office/crap room door more frequently so I can study without having to listen to her rip the ears off yet another plushie toy (yes, Crusader Rabbit went to heaven last weekend and now it looks as if Rocky Racoon won’t be far behind).
But that’s no reason to eat a half loaf of Asiago Cheese bread from Panera. Nor is it reason to consume roughly three-quarters of a pound of shelled walnuts and almonds from the Fall Nut Bowl before I had a chance to try out the new nut cracker. Yes, she’s counter surfing again.
I’m especially tired of waking at 2 a.m. to the sound of retching. There is nothing fun about climbing into a dog crate and fighting the dog to see who wins – the dog…who wants to “clean” up her own yak, or me…who doesn’t particularly want to clean it up but has no choice because to allow her to clean it up is to once again be awakened several hours later by the arrival of more dog yak. Gahhhh.
I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight — Devoted Spouse has a brand new roll of paper towels by the bed and he can get up at 2 am with the arrival of the left-over cheese bread. I plan on sleeping through the crisis.
Aaack…I just remembered there’s a pan of brownies on the counter next to the stove…