I woke up this morning and laid in bed for over an hour. I just didn’t want to move because I hurt so bad. And tired? Oh my, did I sleep last night? Forgot that fibromyalgia hurt so much…wow, I didn’t want to move! I finally got out of bed because Jager needed to go outside. Too bad I can’t toilet train him.
We went outside and it was raining cats and dogs. (Where did that saying come from?) but it explained why I was so sore and cranky. And it was cold. Okay, when you’re used to 70 and 80 degree weather for the past six months 55 degrees IS cold. And so wet. Man it’s pouring!!
Jager was born, and spent the first year of his life, near Edwards Air Force Base. That’s in the dry, desolate (as in nothing there for miles. Never seen such an empty space!) desert. My daughter Teresa raised him in the first year but then had to move across country and Jager wasn’t invited. So we shipped him up to Seattle with us. I think I’ve mentioned this before. It was a big change in weather for him.
The first time it rained in Seattle, Jager hated it. At our old house in Seattle there was a narrow space next to the house that was covered…and that’s where he’d end up when he had to go outside.
At this apartment there is no covered space.
My poor wet and cold dog
What’s that saying…misery loves company? Yeah…
teresa
December 17th, 2009
Could he look anymore pathetic? Don’t feel too bad the guy loves snow! He just hasn’t figured out that it’s just liquid snow….Grumpy dog.