...and it's Monday morning (or Tuesday; let's face it, both days suck!) at 6:30 am, dark as hell outside and you're the ONLY being in the house that has to drag herself out of bed. Not even the cats are harassing you with their usual calls for Fancy Feast Fake Meat breakfast. The dogs don't even notice you're up and of course the husband is still snoring away in a warm bed with fresh, clean, wonderful flannel sheets you put on the night before...
...and your ancient dog finally tells you under no uncertain terms she can't go for these walks with you and the young Goldens anymore, at least in this weather (and you worry maybe never). No matter how slow you walk for her, she sits down, unable to go any farther and looks at you with a face that breaks your heart...
...and you coax the ancient dog (plus 2 overly energetic and confused Goldens) home, yelling at the still sleeping husband who works from home (and to whom you make a daily effort not to hold this fact against him) to walk the boys when he gets up as you climb into a freezing cold truck to navigate moron drivers and ice patches on the expressway during rush hour...
...and you spend 8 plus hours navigating the quirks of a ridiculous office software program, all while getting pissy emails from various parties and talking to even pissier people on the phone, who are usually irritated about things you have less than zero control over...
...and you drag your ass home, repeat the frigid Walk of Death (this time with only the 2 Goldens), racked with guilt the whole time that the ancient dog is left at home...
...and you get BACK into the cold truck to repeat the moron drivers/ice and snow patch avoidance game...
All to get a dose of this
It makes everything (everything) worth it.
...and you return home, kiss your husband, romp with the Goldens in the back yard while the ancient dog watches, wagging her tail and occassionally barking, and then you come back inside to hunker down with your beloved under a blanket with some hot tea (ahem, or something stronger), and you smile, because it's been a good day.
Really nice post. How do people without horses cope :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post. Here come the tears again. I love my girls, but Wayne just had a way of making me smile even on the worst of days. Anywho, I agree with Carol, how would we make it without out horses!
ReplyDeleteHorse hugs make everything better :)
ReplyDeleteHmm...isn't that the truth. :)
ReplyDeleteThe ONLY thing to make it a little better (at least on my end) is to have Laz closer than an 1hr away one way...sigh.
Awww...what a GREAT post, and so soooo very true. I got a nice big hug from Bobby the other day, and it just made my worries go away. Who knows why he obliged me, but it made all the difference in the world! I hope you and your loved ones (4 legged and 2 legged alike) stay nice and warm!!!
ReplyDeleteLove it! :-)
ReplyDeleteAw, Amanda, I'm so sorry. It's still very soon. I can see how Wayne would have been the perfect horse to snuggle...still weird at the barn without him. Life there seems to move on but he is still very missed.
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