Ever have one of those weeks?
The kind where you can read the directions but the words need pictures to avoid confusion?
It’s a good thing there’s always a cat somewhere to provide clarity.
And a dog to give you comfort
Until you try to find a place on the bed.
Is it really Tuesday? Where did Saturday and Sunday go?
Oh, that’s right. I washed 7 dogs on Saturday, played scrabble on Sunday, and spent Monday wondering, “Where am I? Why am I here?”
Now, I know why I’m here: Someone has to be that person, the one parents points out to their kids and say, “That’s why you have to eat your broccoli. If you don’t, you’ll end up like her.”
I’m looking forward to Wednesday. The vet is coming to give 5 dogs and 1 cat their shots. I mean, really —
Would you want to be sitting in a vets office with two people holding the leash of a Rottie mutt, bull dane, boxer-pit, chocolate lab and a dingo mutt?
With this on their lap?
I didn’t think so. 🙂