This weekend we puppy sat for eleven, Golden Retriever pups (6 weeks old), her mama, a German Shepherd and a Yorkie. Let me tell you, those pups are pooping machines. I have never seen so much doggie doo. Very cute and chubby, but with eleven of them, one of them is always pooping or peeing.
On the home front, I got up this morning to do a little Christmas shopping, saw that the Otter Pup left me a little present of her own so I bent over to pick it up and there went my back. I collapsed, completely unable to move and what is in front of me? Her freakin’ care package. There is nothing quite like writhing on the floor in pain next to a pile of doggie doo. Of course, the Hub was washing the car so I was like that for quite some time. The Girl finally ran out and told him this, “Mom poked herself!” Wha?? How did she get that from all my screaming.
I’m pooped.
Now I am on the couch, unable to move. The Girl keeps asking me, “When are we going shopping?” and I can barely hold this laptop on my lap without wincing in pain. It sort of feels as if it will pop back into place and I am hoping it does because I had planned to finish my shopping today. Might not happen.
Thank goodness I got the stew going in the Crock-Pot before all this happened. Later, we are just watching football and maybe I can get some reading in. Maybe. Since I am having trouble typing this I am going to cut this short, but Happy Sunday to all of you. Hope you are enjoying a nice cup of coffee and the paper.
I can see my paper across the room, maybe some kind soul will bring it to me.


