The Blah's

Here it is, a Saturday and no work today!  That's always a plus, but after having breakfast and walking Sadie, I wondered what I should do.  Being I work retail, Sunday is a workday for me, so I've only this one day off .... but I didn't want to just waste it away binge watching Netflix or puttering about.  So I decided to be super ambitious and took everything off another large living room wall so that I could paint that and the ceiling.  I let Netflix play a dozen episodes of Blue Bloods while I worked, and finished what I'd started in just 5 hours.  To get out of the paint smell, Sadie and I headed to the local park for a walk, hit the drive thru for supper and came home, tuckered.

I have to admit though, that I'm beginning to have concerns about my episodes of stomach issues.  When I take my new meds, I feel constipated and feel as if I don't know when the need for a bathroom will come up, so I don't travel far.  Especially with Sadie.  It's not bad when I can stop at a fast food and find a restroom, but leaving Sadie in a closed up car on a warm day?  Yeah, that's not happening.  And maybe that's where I become stressed out, letting anxiety take over because I know in the back of my mind that I can't stop anywhere when she's with me.

I know that having a dog is a commitment -- and certainly not one that I wanted when my daughter decided she couldn't handle her as a puppy.   But now that I have her, she's good company when I'm home alone, but not exactly a great breed to travel with.  She gets super excited on car rides, no matter how many rides, or how far we go!  She pants heavily, which causes her mucus to build up in her throat/lungs and makes it even harder to breathe.  Maybe some of my anxiety is from her snout next to my ear, panting while I drive.   Ugh.

Having a dog at this stage in life .... I feel too much guilt because I'm not home with her for more than 10 hours every working day.  Is that fair?  On the other hand, she's treated very well, has a comfortable house to live in, I don't restrict her from any room in the house (although maybe I should??)

ok ok, I admit it, she's one very spoiled dog!

And I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way :)