elanya

I would have better appreciated the extra day I had to sleep in if I hadn't had to get up at 4:30/5:00 this morning to deal with loaner-dog's thunder terrors. There are few things more pathetic in the world than a quaking geriatric greyhound. I took him out to pee, put on his thundershirt (cleverly in the reverse order there), gave him a melatonin, and went back to bed.

Wooh!