Sitting here at the dining room table with Daisy the Pug slung out on my lap...all 23 pounds of her. When she was weighed at the vet's the other night, he made a comment referring to her size, saying that since pugs tend to be such loves, folks feed them a lot. True, I guess. She does love to eat, the opposite of her sister, Violet, who only eats because she has to. The charts say that they should weigh between 12-18 pounds. Oops! But really, I'd rather refer to her as big-boned.
Another reason I love Daisy so much! :) We battle the same monster.
Woke up feeling like I could take a breath for the first time in days and days. My running around is done, though I habitually went to that mental place where I realized we needed toothpaste, another jug of milk, etc. Have to quit that. I can putter around today, just thinking about fixing meals and tidying up the house. The way I see it now, if it's not done----it's not important or necessary to what I'm doing here.
A breezy, rainy day. Just looked at the weather map and it appears we're in for a gully-washer in a bit. The kids have a bit of running around to do, so hope the weather cooperates for them to get there and back.
Now off to enjoy the day!
