And I’m bushed.
I dutifully followed my list. And I think I got everything cooked that needed to be.
Wes is bushed too.
So is Glad.
So we’re going camping tomorrow. And Gladys can’t come with us. And this is where the wimp part comes in. I was a wimp. Glad was a wimp. And who knows, Wes may be a wimp tomorrow. And this is where all you non dog people should probably just stop here. You might just roll your eyes a bit too much.
I found a nice ‘kennel alternative’ for Glad to go. Huge fenced in yards where happy hounds get to roam all over and play. We went today for a little meet and greet. Glad hopped out of the car and we trotted towards the place. And then the dogs started barking.
Now. When Cody and Tessa go for a ride and hop out and see that they’re at their boarding place, they just hop right back in the car like, ‘No thanks!’ And it’s kinda funny. Gladys immediately must of thought of shelter days. Because she began quivering like a leaf. And I would have to go to the end of the leash and coax her down the path over and over again. And she would just shake and look at me with her huge eyes asking me if I was betraying her.
And the lady who runs the place was calling her in the most high pitched cheerful voice that dogs adore and Glad just continued to shiver. For like fifteen minutes. And as I was plopped indian style on the ground trying to get her to come into the yard, I had to tell myself, quite sternly, ‘Kelsey. Do not cry. Don’t. That would appear quite pathetic. Don’t.’
So I listened to myself, hastily blinked and continued coaxing. And we finally got to the point where we romped around the yard together, met the other dogs and seemed to do ok.
But when we got back into the car, Glad perched on the middle consul and leaned all her weight on my shoulder. Like, can we stay like this forever?
After that, it was a pretty good day.
Cheerio and here’s to not being wimps tomorrow!