Recently I have started getting up and working out in the mornings. It is a love-hate relationship right now: I love getting it over with and having the rest of my day free, but I loathe the entire process of getting out of bed when the clock still has a 4 on it.
Today was a good workout and as I was walking out of the gym to my car, I was thinking about how great getting up early was. I get time to myself and I don't feel guilty for leaving Steve with the kids (although he would never complain if I did ask for that time). I am energized for the rest of the morning and I feel good about what I've done. This high lasted for about the 2 minutes it takes me to drive home. Because it was at that point that I walked into the house to find that Boogie had puked all over our living room. Awesome. I was not too happy with him, and I was wishing that I hadn't gotten up early so that Steve would have been the one to find the puke covered carpet.
When Lucy came downstairs later that morning I was trying to get her to avoid the puke spots and to leave Boog alone. Boog had relegated himself to a corner where he very pathetically laid on his side with his tongue sticking out of his mouth. Here was our conversation:
Lucy: Mom, why is Boogie sad?
Me: He's sick.
Lucy: Why is his tongue sticking out? Is it because his belly hurts?
Me: Sure, that could be one reason.
Lucy: No, I don't think that's it. I think it's because he misses Nana.
If missing Nana causes this dog to puke all over the carpet, then Nana needs to drive back here and take him home to Lester Prairie. Our off white carpet can't take too much more of this.
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