Today I am thankful (and shocked) that Soldier took the dog out to pee before he left for work. Let me just be very clear: this never happens. He never takes the dog out on a workday. Weekends, days off: yes. Workdays: never.
It's not just because I don't like having to get out in the cold morning air (or rain, or snow, or whathaveyou.) This dog is a maniac. He is a German Shepherd (read: big dog) with some severe form of canine ADHD and is almost stronger than I am. He's hurt my arms and back on more than one occasion yanking so hard on his leash. He's almost to the point of being totally uncontrollable. I despise having to walk this dog. I have to do it in the mornings and again at noon during the workweek, and 3 times a day when Soldier is gone. I don't hate the dog. But I hate having to walk him.
Today's entry is brought to you by the number 1, which is most likely the number of times this phenomenon will ever occur.
About Me
- Soonerchick
- I have a Bachelor's in Psychology, a Master's in Human Relations, and a Ph.D. in telling people what to do. I raise children, dogs, cats, and hermit crabs and cultivate crabgrass and pretty weeds. I am teaching myself to cook, not because I love to cook but because I love to eat. I love to travel, read, and take pictures; I also like to write, so you'll get to read a lot about all the aforementioned subjects plus about anything else I happen to feel like sharing with you. I'll take all your questions and may even give some back with answers if you're lucky and I'm feeling helpful (or bored.)
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