It was actually a busy Saturday. Therapy. Coco treadmill. Those two things really kind of took up most of the day.
Sigh. Days off can be hard. Today wasn’t. BUT…I do have so much to do…I’ve really let it grow kind of giant in my mind, I think. I need to just buckle down and actually do it. One step at a time. Like writing a book.
Coco is a beast. She crushed her treadmill today. Caught a whiff of Dante, who was a very handsome papillon. Very calm. Didn’t like walking much in the treadmill…but he was so calm about it. Coco’s biggest area for improvement seems to be her hips. They’re stiff. Makes her swing her legs a bit when walking to compensate.
Coops has been a little snug lately. Very sweet. Did have a bit today where he was a RASCAL and wanted to be chased and to chew on his new unicorn toy. I, of course, obliged him.
Lastly…today would have been my brother Russell’s 33rd birthday. I miss him. He completed suicide back in 2006 when he was 17. It’s a tragedy he didn’t make it to today; I’d have called him, probably, or facetimed. Or maybe this would have been one of the years where we got together and celebrated in person.
Love you bro.