I was supposed to get dressed up tonight and go to a gala, but my sweety is seriously under the weather. Instead, I am making chicken soup with biscuits on the side and trying to convince the dog that she doesn't actually get to lie on the couch or chair. I think I am winning, but it is a slow process. I was kind of looking forward to going out tonight, but I won't really mind sitting on the couch watching the Olympics. That is, if the furry creature will let me. It's hard being a single parent for the day.
Kira is definitely going to help her mommy get more fit. We took a walk this morning for about 30 minutes. We ran for a bit, until Mommy was breathing a bit too hard, then walked at a fast clip for most of the rest of the walk. I thought that the walk would make her a bit easier to manage for the day, but not so much. Bless her heart, she is chronologically in early adolescence, so it's all about trying to assert her individuality and testing boundaries. Lucky me, I get to work with human adolescents all day long and then come home to my very own furry version.
Just kicked her off the chair three times in the time it took me to write the last sentence. *sigh*
Oh well, at least she's cute.

