Or cleaning my house.
Or doing laundry.
But instead I'm reading blogs of people who I don't even know for the most part. Poor Brent is back at work...
Kelsey is glad to be home from work.
She was on duty all weekend long while we were camping. She kept her eye on the kids all day the first day. If they actually bothered to play near the campsite she would come and lay down under a camper...But as soon as they headed off to who knows where, she would drag herself up, heave a big sigh and trot after them. The second day she was more relaxed and had decided they weren't going to wander off and meet any bears in the woods...
You know dogs sleep 18 hours a day, right? Well, she would crash as soon as we went in the camper, and not move until the next morning. As soon as we loaded her in the back seat for the ride home, this happened. And she did not move a single muscle until we pulled into the driveway.
Poor old girl. Raising kids is hard work.
2 comments:
Poor Kelsy, she had to do it all by herself as all of the other dogs were just too old.
I'm now commenting rather than cleaning the kitchen because I too like to fill in time reading about the lives of people I haven't met before. But you are such nice people... Poor old Kelsy, shame she can't blog, it would have to be a nice alternative rest for her rather than perpetual sleep...
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