Morning joy

I actually got to sleep till 8 this morning. With Bear working days now, he leaves at 6 and sometimes Maverick thinks that means Mommah should be up and functional at that hour.

Yeah, that doesn’t happen. Do not wake a sleeping witch at the crack o’dawn. I don’t do curses, and that’s a very good thing if you wake me that early – and expect me to be functional.

I got him into his harness, into the car, off to daycare. I call Maverick “Rocket Man” because when he takes off, it’s with very little notice and he moves fast. When we got to daycare, I cracked the back door open so I could get the leash. I thought he was excited to be there.

I was wrong

He saw a bunny – I presume. I didn’t see it, I was too busy being spun around, smacking my arm into a sign, and trying to hold onto the leash.

He’s gonna put me in the hospital one of these days.

So today we’re going to start working on some impulse control activities. Mommah is old and will break. Say a prayer for us!

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6 Responses to Morning joy

  1. Yikes! I hope you’re ok.


  2. Bitey Dog says:

    Impulse control exercises? I will be interested to hear how those go. I hope they help save your arm!

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  3. Yikes! I thought about this for a moment or two, and it occurred to me that seeing Maverick full of energy, however painful it may be at the moment, has to be better than seeing him listless and unwilling to move. May he always have the spirit of a puppy!

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    • I remember when my Max was old and near the end, he got the zooms one day and I laughed and cried at the same time. Maverick will slow down and I’ll feel the same way. If I’m not in the ER at the time!!! Life is a party for that kid.

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