okay, so we're in the third week, and i'm still using the walker. it's getting easier, i can get in and out of bed like a pro now, but getting around monster can still be a chore. when he's feeling his cheerios, he likes to make a game of me trying to get by! At first i humored him, but or course, he took it to the extreme. so i ran right over him. i think he's got the message now.
however, this morning, he did one for the books. for some strange reason, jr didn't let him out before he went to work, and of course, he had to go not ten minutes after he left. this is 6:30 am and it's still dark. and muddy. and kind of cold. after about 15 minutes i hear him bark, but he's not on the deck. so i turn on the outside light and see him wrapped around the back of the hot tub, and stuck. about 30 feet from the bottom step of the deck. so i had to get dressed, grab a crutch and hobble down the steps, through the mud and unhook him from the tarp. the things i called that dog! after i unhooked him he went up on the deck waiting to go in the house, but it took me a full 15 minutes to get there myself! he sure ain't no Lassie, that's for sure. he's had enough sense to stay out of my way since then but i'm still mad. it took 10 more minutes to scrape the mud off my crutch! damn dog!
so...i figured since i was mad anyway, i might as well do my exercises. so there's more swearing while i get that done! i think now that it's 10:00 am and i've foraged for food already, and pretty much invented a new language of swear words, there's nothing left to do but go take a nap! Damn dog!
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