LONG workday today. A good one. But, long nonetheless. It felt normal, which is exactly what I needed. I didn’t quite get to bed when I wanted to last night, but better prospects tonight.
Joy just curled herself up into the blanket on the bed. Like, under the blanket. She’s passed out now, sleeping like the little wild lady she is. She’s ONE today. This is her exact birthday. We know that because of the sham rescue we adopted her from (…she was 100% sold to us from a breeder, even though they said she was a rescue; we were hoodwinked for sure). 11/27/22 is the day she was born. We’ve never known that before with one of our pups. Coco was a big time mystery, and Cooper—he was young enough that we knew he wasn’t quite a year old when we got him (he still had his puppy fur, bless him), we still never knew his EXACT birthday. But, with Joy we do. One year old. I love you so much baby. You’re turning into such a sweet, sweet lady.
Trying to make a dent in all the stuff I have to do. I did a liiitttllleee bit of that today. I can do more tomorrow. Wish. Me. Luck.
Night night.