fumbling for a handhold

Dec 06, 2009 17:17

Where are you, Christmas?
Why can't I find you?

Yesterday I dog-sat my neighbours' new puppy, Nordic. He's about 4 months old, and I'm not sure my dogs were really certain what he was at first. They had a pretty fine time, he was very well behaved and I didn't have to watch them every moment, which was nice. Hunter's so laid back that he let the puppy climb all over him, and let him bat him in the head with his little paws and chew on his tail. It was funny seeing them together, since Hunter's like ten times bigger than Nordie (which is what I call him). Rosy was less sure as to what to do with him, but they got along eventually.

Over the past two days I have slept a total of 23 hours, and I still feel completely wiped out. I don't even want to crawl out of bed when it's so cold, and I simply don't want to go anywhere, I feel so exhausted. I can't believe the weekend is over already.

Dan gave me the best hug after the service this morning. It was the best, because it was unexpected, and so very much needed. Hugs (help) save lives.
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