The past couple months with our minpin Zoe have been interesting, to say the least. She is quite the handful and keeps us on our toes at all times. Some days she’s super cuddly and wants you to hold her all day. (That’s not doable since I have to work, so she settles for acting like a scarf and draping herself around my neck.) Other days, she runs around this house like she’s on crack and craving trouble.
Today is a day that she wants to create trouble. (You wouldn’t think her capable of it, though, by looking at this pic of her that I took a couple days ago.)
Today is also the day that I’ve been ordered by my boyfriend to keep my ass on the couch so my damn foot will heal. I’ve been incredibly stubborn when it comes to letting my left foot heel because there are four kids to take care of, plus two dogs, my boyfriend and a huge house. Finding time to relax and keep my foot elevated is a luxury I don’t feel I have.
However, my foot problems aren’t getting any better. And are, in fact, getting worse. I can’t take one step without feeling pain. And not just an annoying pain. But a pain that makes me grit my teeth and tears pool in my eyes as I try to keep myself from crying out in pain. Everything that I do is affected by this pain I feel.
My boyfriend is tired of seeing me worry about everyone else and put myself on the backburner. He knows that warm Spring days are ahead and if I don’t heal, I won’t be able to do things I want to do, like go hiking. So, as I said, he ordered me to keep my leg up today and to not move from the couch unless I had to pee.
So there I was a little while ago, sitting on the couch, trying my hardest to listen to his orders when our minpin decided it was time for her to wreak some havoc on the house. I’m fairly certain the thoughts below are a small collection of what was running through her head this morning.
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Hm, that chair looks comfy. I think I will lay on it for a few minutes.
This chair looks tasty. I will lick it.
Oh, look! Daddy is gone. Must get down. *jumps down from chair and runs into the kitchen*
What can I get into?
What looks like fun?
Mommy’s sneaker looks like fun. Must chew on it.
*picks up sneaker in her mouth and runs into the living room*
Mom! Look at me! I have your sneaker. What are you going to do about it? If you get off the couch, daddy is going to yell at you.
HAHA! Mission accomplished. Mommy got off the couch and daddy is going to yell at her.
Can I lay on your neck now and snore in your ear?