After spending most of the latter part of the day sleeping yesterday, Mom was up and crackling with energy today. Oh, no!
With much trepidation, I watched them get ready to go to the gym. I knew this meant I would be going in the crate. However, they were not gone too long since Mom did not want to “overdo” it; she hasn’t been to the gym in a while. (She actually wants to regain health, not hurt herself. Or so she says.) I think a nap on the couch is much more sensible.
After Jamie and Mom got back, and I had my treat, pet, and “take out”, they settled down in one of the spare rooms that is eventually, someday, going to be Jamie’s train room. You can see how excited I am about cleaning. They filled several bags and called it a day.
I dread cleaning. I hate the vacuum. What’s wrong with dog hair everywhere? Woof!