I love my dog – she’s an 18mo golden retriever – but sometimes she is beyond pathetic. Normally she’s sleeping in her dog bed in my room, at the foot of the bed. Last nite, I have no idea what got into her, but at 3:42 am, I was woken by a yip. When I went looking for her, I found her half on, half off the couch, trying to climb up onto it.
So, what did I do? I helped her up of course, and then went back to bed. Okay, so maybe I’m the pathetic one. Or maybe I was just too asleep to critically assess the situation. For those who have and love dogs, you totally get this. For those who don’t, you wouldn’t understand – and that’s okay.
Not Really a Boomer 