Or as Max used to say, the “tunneral.”

Today was the end of catching up from sleeping all day on Friday. It was also the day Maverick decided to wake me up at 8 am. (Not impressed, Little One, not impressed) He was a bit of a twit till after we went for a ride and he managed to take a poop in the front yard. (I can no longer walk him and he hates to poop at home, much preferring the park, so we have an ongoing argument about this issue.) (He has managed to go all weekend, not pooping till he gets to daycare)

After we got home, I headed up to water the plants, changed the sheets, put the laundry away, clean two bathrooms and do my exercises for my back – he helped by climbing on the bed, laying on me, and when I told him I needed to roll over, he promptly showed me how to do that by rolling on top of me. (Yes, I laughed) Then I did about 5000 other things and ended up with finishing up grades. By this point he was totally disgusted with the lack of attention

I went to the family room to get something, Bear had oldies playing on the radio, and I started singing to Maverick. (Bear runs when I sing) And then I spotted the tunnel I got for Maverick a long time ago. I pulled that baby out, and we had a rousing 15 minutes of him running through it from both directions while I tossed treats and laughed.

And now he’s tired, and happy, and my grading is done. I think I might get to sew tonight!