|Dozer and Hope, April 13, 2013|
You've had a long, long day. You've been watching puppies, herding puppies, cleaning up after puppies. Your legs and back hurt from bending over, picking up a 10 pound pup or wet stinky newspapers or quickly washing off her paws because she stepped in her runny poops AGAIN. When puppies scream and whine, it's deafening. Like nails on a chalk board.
You've fed them dinner. You hope for an evening of winding down your day.
Oh, god, it's the "puppy crazy play time, run-around-time while not letting her get crazy so thank god for pop bottles to play with...yet this is driving my other dogs nuts and they're not allowing to rough house with her because of her spay" time of evening.
She (Hope) will crash. Eventually.
You hope. No pun intended.