As I sit here munching on a cracker with cream cheese, I hear Duff running a marathon of sorts upstairs in the loft, and hallway, and bedrooms. Meanwhile my husband tries to sleep, as he works nights. I wonder to myself, "Should I get off this comfortable couch and stop his happy ass?"
As you can tell, I didn't. Why stop him from enjoying himself? He never wakes up my husband. Yeah, his running sounds loud to me because Duff is, for a lack of better terms, a fat ass. For a Scottish Terrier, he is a beast. He's 46 lbs, and twice the size in height, length, and width that he is supposed to be. He is proportionate, and otherwise, healthy as a horse (and the size of a minerature one). Every veterinarian that has seen him has always been impressed by his health and size. None have ever seen such a big purebred Scottie. I digress.
His running upstairs doesn't sound like the dainty running of a small dog. It, in fact, sounds like the annual running of the bulls in Pamplona. The only difference is that when you get gored here, you don't die. You just get dog hair on your shins.
Clara, my little Westie, is on the other end of the spectrum. She is tiny for her breed. She's 13 pounds. Very petite, but yet very Westie. She's also the alpha and is not afraid to let everyone, be they beast or human, know it. But there is one she bows down to. Me. She knows her place. It's cute, though. She has her moments when she gets all excited and crazy and will play like she's a puppy. Then she will have enough, and turn into this total bitch and snap at Duff, because he's not an alpha. His face gets all sad and pitiful.
They seriously make my heart happy. I totally need that kind of stuff during times like these when everything feels like it is all going so incredibly wrong.
I seriously am craving a Coke. I haven't had one in a month. Trying to stay away from pop as much as possible. Even though I love its sweet nectar and caffeine goodness. I've been drinking more water. What I do to help me drink more, is I make a large pitcher every other night and cut up fresh fruits (like strawberries with lemons, limes, and mint), and let it set up over night before drinking. It gives it flavor and gets me to drink it. Kind of like a mind trick. It works. I do not add sugar or sweeteners. I'm fat and gross enough, thank you.
I seriously can't wait to get health coverage. I can get back on track for better health. I can become more active again, be able to move, and lose weight again. It's something to be hopeful for, right?
I think I'm going to have a soft boiled egg for dinner. Sounds good.
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