Sunday, June 5, 2011

Mornings with Gracie

The first words out of my mouth this morning were "god damn dog, I am fucking beat".  I was talking to Gracie. I think she gets it. I've mentioned before that my sleep patterns are jacked up. Last night wasn't much different, by around 4 am, I move from the bedroom to the living room, lie on the couch, watch some tv and dose off eventually. Gracie always joins me on the couch at this time. I've read that dogs have an extra sense and can tell if someone is sick or something isn't right. I wonder if Gracie knows what is going on. I know she does realize I am home a lot more.

I also know that dog therapy is real important. Having Gracie join me on the couch and taking our morning walks is important. We cruise around the neighborhood. I talk, she checks things out, and I come back from the walk feeling a whole lot better.

Yesterday was a good day.I worked out, then my mom came over. Mom, Leslie and I then went and checked out apartments for mom, who is going to spend a good portion of the summer in Long Beach. But no nap during they day, and I've learned that if I don't get the nap, I am beat by the end of the day.  

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