Stress is like, the best diet EVAR.
What stress, you might ask? Well, first, last week was a bit of a derailment. The pollen count soared, and my energy level and ability to breathe plummeted. I finally settled on a cocktail of 12-hour sudafed during the day and Nyquil at night just to be able to sit at my desk at work. I couldn't do much during the week; I even had to skip my spin class.
But, by Saturday, I was able to do my hilly laps around the house, finishing up about 10 miles or so. Now, on Sunday, I had planned to do cycling laps near my house that involved ascending and descending 1000 feet of 5 miles repeatedly. When I started to head out, Jake came running after me. He's the heeler mix that should have been behind the masonry wall that surrounds my house. and yet, here he was. I put him back in the yard, and when I turned around, he was out again. I had no idea how he's getting out, but my ride was shelved since I was home alone. I used the time to write papers.
Monday morning I did not get to run because I drove instead to pick up oldest son, (ex-soldier turned college student) who was wrangled into dog-sitting while we worked. (pictured, right, looking very dapper) Then Monday night, he and Sweet Baboo put up a barrier at the spot where Jake, whose new name is Cash, or A$$hole dog, depending on my mood, was going over the wall.
In doing so, the cable/internet was accidentally cut. So, we don't have cable, or internet for now. And yes, we will have to pay the cost of repairing the line if we want cable restored from this company.
Tuesday morning, I got a nice little run in, and then showered and headed to work. Before lunch, my neighbor called me to tell me that he was out, running around the neighborhood again. Another neighbor tried to take care of him while I was still at work, but Cash, aka A$$hole dog, jumped his wall, too. So, thanks to Cash, aka a$$hole dog, I now know more of my neighbors, since they've been bringing him back to us all week. But I'm afraid of wearing out my welcome.
So, I gave up my lunch hour to go across town and put him in a storage shed DON'T LOOK AT ME IN THAT TONE OF VOICE, HE HAD WATER AND IT WAS COOL OUT until Sweet Baboo got home.
Cash, aka a$$hole dog, has just earned himself a 10 x 10 x 6 foot high chain link kennel parked on cement, because between my car break-in in January, the house robber in February, the bill for the IRS, the dog adoption fees and obedience classes, we are not in any position to fence our entire yard. In fact, he has to live in the garage during the day until the next payday in order for us to get the kennel.
We really didn't expect this glitch. We figured our huge yard, with warm sunny spots, cool shady spots, grass, gravel, a large pond with clean running water, would be a happy doggie place. Not so much with this one. There are those who have tried to console me by telling me he'll "outgrow" it. All I can imagine is him getting bigger and better at going over walls.
So with a severed cable and internet line, I'm writing this from a local bookstore and hotspot. Did you know that there are at least six magazines dedicated to tattoos? There are. There is an endcap right in front of me with six different magazines dedicated to tattoos.
I do not like dogs today.