Stacks of Good Intentions

G and P, waiting for me to throw the rope. Notice how G has grown!
Dear Everett,

Where does all the time go? There have been so many changes recently, and yet so much remains to be done. I have all kinds of tasks, responsibilities, even just plain old chores that have yet to be addressed. So I thought to list them here, in the hopes I'd be motivated to check them off my list.

I have not yet formally declared I am adopting G.

I have not written the blog I said I would, about how I am a crazy dog lady.

I have not written Ansel's blog, either.

I have not called Fred to talk about my new fence.

I have not posted any of G's photos on his adoption web site.

I have not sent thank you's for my birthday celebration.

I have not created the sample collar charms for the upcoming charity event, Cirque des Chiens.

I have not run since the race. Thankfully, I HAVE been both blading and biking.

I have not weeded the garden.

I have not called my dental insurance, about my bill.

I have not complained to US Bank, about the HSA forms from May.

I have not ordered a new collar for the A dog, nor P.

Work has taken over the majority of my alloted 24 hrs a day. From the work perspective, the next 2 months (or to be more accurate, through Nov. 5th) will fly by all on their own. And in that same time frame, we are taking 2 Obedience classes, possibly training for another triathlon, and hopefully fostering again?

Now that G is used to our morning routine, there is no such thing as sleeping in--he is the most reliable alarm clock available! Every morning at 4:30, plus or minus 2 minutes, G sounds off that he'd like to go outside. I try to ignore him sometimes, like when it's raining and I know we cannot go blading, or when we were up late, or when I am too sore or tired or unmotivated to get out of bed. It never works. His complaining increases in volume the longer I wait to open his crate, and the guilt forces me to the kitchen to free him. I have to wait until he is quiet before opening the door, but never once have I successfully taken care of his needs, and returned to sleep.

Where is my silver lining?! Tomorrow will be a brighter day.