The Job

I have just started a new job working at Posh Pooch - Hotel and Daycare. Basically, I play with dogs. Oh, and clean up lots of pee and poo... It's a great "something to do" and a nice way to make some extra cash. Really? Taking 4 months off will eat up all of our savings? Nah. Thanks hindsight.

This really is the perfect job for me right now (sorry Linda, still don't think the Wedding Planner route is in my future). It is pretty tough to beat showing up to a job with up to 50 wagging tails of adorable little creatures that go crazy for even a fraction of a beat of my heart. Great for the ego too.

Having decided that it's time to sort of start acting like a grown up again this job is supplying the scheduling/routine/committing to something part of that. But for some reason it has also started a not sleeping the night before a 6 or 7 am shift. Hmm. ...Happy blogging? As much as I love the sponge this blog has created for my thoughts and feelings, I also like the sponge that my mattress creates for my tired body. I miss sleeping.

I will leave you with a stolen picture (thanks Google...) of my favorite dog ever right now. A Golden Doodle. We had a 7-month old GD in over the weekend and be still my beating heart. He was as soft and cuddly as a teddy bear. So sweet.
Nathan likes Boxers, but they are so freaking inbred that most of them are at least half retarded. Is it politically incorrect to call a dog retarded??



We might just have to compromise:
Not.