Yet another day with 3 calls telling me that there's no work. Ethel, my dog, is thrilled. Yesterday we walked and played so much that when we came home she drank some water and then climbed onto my bed and fell deep asleep. When I wanted to go to bed I had to push her out of the way, and being pushed she never woke up.
The sleep did her good because when I was in the shower I kept seeing her poke her head around the door and peeking in. As I stepped out of the shower she looked at me and then turn around and ran away so fast she thumped into things. She'd been preparing another joke.
Dogs have weird senses of humor. My last dog thought it was funny to hide my glasses every morning. Being a dumb dog she always hid them either in her toy box or right out in the open. When I'd say, “Where are my glasses?” she'd look all amazed and do the most agonizedly phony “hunt”. As soon as I'd get close to my glasses she'd run past me and grab them in her mouth and dance all over the place. Normally very obedient she'd never just come and give me my glasses. I started every day with a mad chase.
Today I missed that stupid humor. Ethel's great joke was to pull the comforter and sheets from the bed and then pile my clothes in the middle. When I came in the room she ran at me then leaped all over the place in play mode throwing my clothes all over the place.
I'm terribly afraid I don't get the joke. I think she's very disappointed in me.
Paycheck tomorrow. Next week is going to be difficult. If I don't work tomorrow I'm starting another job hunt.