It’s another hot day outside. The dog is lying on the ground at my feet, happy that he isn’t getting kicked outside while we go to work, camp, or school. He looks exhausted but, in my opinion, I should be the one exhausted. The reason for my fatigue is not from running, but rather from the DOG.
We went out to the movies last night. It was a chance to get out of the house and escape to another air-conditioned building. Yes, we have turned on the air-conditioning for the 3rd time since we moved in nearly 2 years ago. Out late -> sleep in until 9 am. I didn’t get out early for my run. Then I had to watch the tail end of the Tour de France. Finally, after discovering that there was only decaffinated coffee in the house, I decided to take a short drive to the coffee shop for a latte.
Well, upon asking YaYa if he wanted to go, it was suggested that we bring the Lucky dog with us. Lucky wagged his tail eagerly and gave me the longing look with those sweet brown eyes. I caved and brought our dog, who instantly whines during rides, and barks immediately upon being left (for any period of time) in the car. We parked in shade, quickly got the coffee, and returned to find that Lucky had some urgent needs that he couldn’t hold back until our return.