Dog Day Morning

Waking early to a furry child embedded in my neck, I stumbled through a rather cold house (thermostat set to 69 degrees) to my sofa tray computer to open my fitness tracker. It’s a new thing for me  after a long slump period of doing absolutely nothing as far as my activity level.

I thought I was making up for real exercise by what I was doing every day managing a new job, my home, the Pup pack, my garden, my commitments to my congregation, yadah, yadah.. Apparently I’m not, as I stay perpetually at 25 pounds over the weight I would normally feel good at. This, in truth, has been a problem for me since mid 2009, as the result of coming upon a health crises and a stressful job situation that hit at the same time. There is no substitute for taking care of yourself, as I’ve found out – it only took two exercise sessions and I’m hooked – I feel so much better.

So what does this have to do with a Dog Day Morning? Right now my little Cairn terrier Rex;

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is crying to usurp Shadow’s spot next to me on the sofa.

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This is what every morning is like, from the time I peel one of these guys off my neck when I wake up, until I make my escape out the front door.

Now for some reason, all of them have crashed:

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Well, have to head off to another dog free session of jumping about with the ladies!

 

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About Deborah Leddon

Vegetarian Mother and Wife, Scientist at UTD CSS, passionate about my family, animal rights, the outdoors and my violin.
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