Here I am on “puppy leave” which is actually a bunch of my vacation days that I’ve been accruing year to year. Murphy isn’t ready for workday crating (aka bathroom confinement) just yet. He’s working through some GI issues. Hopefully Friday. ACTUALLY I hope our office goes into business continuity mode on Friday, since the NFL draft has closed a bunch of streets around my office and snarled traffic. Then I’d work from home Monday as usual and start leaving him on Tuesday. We are working hard on “oh hey look we always come home no need to freak out!”
I wish I could say I’m lounging around eating bonbons, but it’s a pretty busy time at work. Therefore I’m working from home half of each day so I can call into meetings that won’t wait just because I have a puppy trying to suicide himself on my power cords. Today I’ll be online this afternoon; tomorrow I’ll work the morning. Friday? I can’t even think about it.
I forgot how much work puppies are.
Speaking of puppies, I was going through old pictures and my heart exploded in both joy and sadness at the same time.
Can you even? I can’t. I’m trying to hard not to bleed out from the thousands of tiny tooth holes punched into my arms and legs from an enthusiastic teether.
After ‘work’ I’m going to change my clothes for the first time since Monday morning and go to dinner and shopping with Mom.