My puppy is so sweet, and 99% of the time I love that he wants to be no further than 3 feet from me at any time. Today, though, it’s been a bit of a pain in the a**.
I’m moving. Across the country. Again. So naturally there’s quite a bit of prep work required. All day today I’ve been organizing, packing, moving stuff around our home, making preparations for the upcoming Big Move.
And all day, my sweet little guy has been under foot. Trying to guess which way I’m going so he can lead me there. But because this isn’t our normal routine, he is failing to guess and so slows down in front of me until I’m almost tripping over him. And yes, swearing once or twice as I almost drop a box on his head when running into him.
Now that the day is coming to a close, we’re relaxing in front of the TV (with him curled up beside me of course) when I decide to check out the latest Pinterest tips on moving. (Seriously, how could I have waited this long to do that anyway?) I get up, walk the 20 feet to the computer, and start browsing.
Bless his heart, he wakes up from his deep sleep, sees that I’ve moved, comes over, and stretches out next to me and conks back out again.
It’s hard to break it to him that I’m about to jump up and go back to packing again. Poor guy just wants to get in his usual 18 hrs of napping and I’ve totally ruined that today.
Somehow I think he’ll survive…
Overly Honest 