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Yesterday was a thoroughly exhausting day. It was super super windy, and since it was trash day yesterday everyone's recycle bins were blown all over the place. And there were several bags of trash that also got blown all over the place. (The village of Bolingbrook does not use trash bins, we put our bags of trash at the curb and critters mystically never disturb them. It's weird.) So Mister's street dog instincts were in full overdrive. He was always at the maximum leash length every time we went outside. And he was pulling as hard as his little body could pull to get to those sweet delicious trash bags. Plus, he kept begging to be let outside every half hour. I think he was intentionally guzzling down water so he'd have to go outside more often. Most of the walks were super long because I didn't want to keep going out so frequently.
Anyway, fifty bajillion walks outside, walking against the wind no matter which way we tried to walk, being drug down the sidewalk by a surprisingly strong dog... I hit the pillow and was asleep instantly last night. This morning my shoulder is still quite cross at me. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I love Mister more than anything and would do anything for him to ensure he is safe and happy. And I will be some serious sad when we find a forever home for him. But he is definitely exhausting. :P
Ow.
Anyway, fifty bajillion walks outside, walking against the wind no matter which way we tried to walk, being drug down the sidewalk by a surprisingly strong dog... I hit the pillow and was asleep instantly last night. This morning my shoulder is still quite cross at me. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I love Mister more than anything and would do anything for him to ensure he is safe and happy. And I will be some serious sad when we find a forever home for him. But he is definitely exhausting. :P
Ow.