Bone Tired

Almost six weeks ago I decided to rise early and start working out again. Since that time, by Thursday I am bone tired. My afternoon's are supplemented with copious amounts of caffeine. I am not so tired Friday because the WEEKEND IS ALMOST HERE!! This weekend there is a farmer's market downtown and antiquing to be done. As I think about the prospect of playing, I can feel my tail start to wag and ears perk up.


On the two days that the girls go to school (also known as Doggie Day Care or the Spa), they play and romp and enjoy all measures of frivolity with the other puppies. They come home from school and initially you assume they've received amphetamines. They grab their toys and bolt out in the back yard, jumping on each other, the hostas, the tennis balls, reeking havoc.


Then it is dinner. Molly always acts surprised that we are feeding her. She stares at us smiling, following us around the kitchen as the various vitamins and supplements are carefully added to the dish. When she is sure that the dish is for her, she runs to her bowl and literally bounces up and down, closely resembling the plastic horse of my childhood that attached to a metal frame with springs. After every meal, she comes up to the person that fed her, touches her cold black nose to your hand, looks up in your face and wags her tail. "Thank you!" she says. This small gesture never goes unnoticed. Mere moments after the whirr of the dinner activity on these school days, Vegas and Molly crash.


I climb into clean sheets, a soft feather pillow as the wooden twinkling starts covered in silver sparkles hang in front of the window. Good-bye tired.