Friday, April 11, 2014

Four things Friday

Have you ever had one of those runs where you would give anything if only a porta-potty would magically appear at this moment? This was my run yesterday. Too much information? I think I've found a huge flaw to the whole living alone thing. No one to come..."rescue" me in such situations. 
Aptly named, I'd say.

Last night Pippi needed a bath. I'll spare you the details of why. One thing I don't understand is why dogs hate baths so much (or at least MY dog). I mean, it's like a free full-body massage! I basically have to try to trick her into the bathroom or drag her in there. She looks dejected during the entire bath and then as soon as it's over and I get out the towel, it's butt-tuck-run-crazy time. What IS that?! 
The dog version of "talking back?"

I moved to North Carolina six years ago today! It doesn't even seem possible. I had no job and moved in with my brother and sister-in-law. Two years ago at this time, I had signed a contract on a house. So many things have changed!
Back when it was almost mine.

This. Because...Friday!

Have you ever had to be rescued on a run?

Does your dog enjoy baths? I've heard of this phenomenon, but never met a bath-loving dog.

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