Sharing is a concept that comes with great maturity. I am 3 and a half. I am mature. Cricket is 6 months old. She is a monster. Definitely NOT mature.
Role models are very important. My kid teaches me about sharing on a regular basis. She says that Thansgiving is coming (I think that means turkey smells!) so I am especially thankful that I have a kid who teaches me important concepts like sharing and who is an excellent role model!
I have a napping nest! My Katie-Kid took pity on me and snuggled me up with her pillows and blankie. I got to nap without my cone but she still wouldn’t let me itch my leg. The sun was nice and very soothing. AND she even loaned me two of her little faded border collies to snuggle with. What a great kid!
It has been a befuddled weekend. I meant to get out with Nix about 9:00 AM this morning, but we didn’t get out until almost noon. I think it’s a sort of post-major-event malaise. Not necessarily a bad one. But my work budget (which is awful) is almost done, the election went quite well, thankfully, and of course I was in Calgary last weekend. And this weekend, there was almost nothing stressing me. But instead of getting busy (which I DO have to do), a bit of nothing seemed like a demand welling up from inside. Mundane stuff like trying to get an ink-stain out of white leather and reading a book due for analysis at a reading group next weekend and buying a pair of shoes.
The day went like this post – full of digressions and side trips. But Nix and I did get out. The picture is her looking golden and beautiful in the fall colors at Grass Lawn Park in Redmond. So maybe all the other things in my life will get out, too. It’s just been a pretty full week.
I thought I was a good dog. I try very hard. I come. I sit. I down. I wait. I run like a fiend at flyball. I am a terrific snuggler. I am my kid’s best friend. I even help her with her homework! I am ever attentive to my moms and do my best to keep them entertained so they don’t get bored. And THIS is my reward? I ask you, where is the justice, the fairness, the quid-pro-quo in this situation? I have been reduced to peeing on a leash for a week now. It really sucks. Confined to a laundry room when everyone is gone. No playing. No leaping up onto the bed or any of my favorite spots to snooze. I can’t even go upstairs! I’m mortified. I’m pissed. I’m depressed. And the very worst thing of all? My leg itches like crazy!!!! They shaved off all my fur when I was sleeping and didn’t even ask me! I am told it will be six more nights until the stitches come out and then I can start something called physical therapy. There is a judgement day coming.