I worked today. I had planned to cook dinner, but just didn't have it in me. Carey was willing to finish up leftovers, and I made myself a ham sandwich.
We were eating in the living room (yeah, we're classy like that), and temptation overcame Rudy. He grabbed the hammy side of my sammy and took off. Carey ran after him while I tried to steady my plate. I saved the plate; unfortunately my Kindle fell to the floor. It may have survived the first blow, but Rudy made another pass and it fell again.
It was chaos, I tell ya.
Kindle screen is broken, which means it is entirely unable to function. I am absolutely dejected. I love my old version of Kindle which is no longer made. The search has begun for a rebuild.
And basically I made do with half of a lettuce sandwich for supper. I didn't even check it for doggy cooties before I ate it...just too d@%n tired and frustrated to care.
Poor Rudy. At his last vet visit he heard that old familiar tune we all hate..."he could stand to lose a little weight." Well, he has done very well with a little less supper and a little more exercise, and it seems he is now fed up with not being fed up, when I clearly could stand to follow the same advice. 😕
*no dogs were harmed in the making of this blog post...or in its triggering events. The photo is actually from a few weeks ago, I just think he looks sad in it. Come to think of it, he looks a little pudgy in it too. Maybe it was right after he heard the vets edict.