I rolled out of bed this morning, thinking I would get an hour or so of work done before I took my 11-month-old puppy to the groomers. It is a real fancy place. Fancier than me. My dog gets more regular fancy cuts than me. Not to say that when i do get my hair done, I don't go to the best, because I really do. Just to say that Sierra gets her hair done every 5wks at a fancy-pants doggy salon.
Anywho, that isn't the point. The point is that I logged onto my work computer at the coffee table (one of my favorite places to work in the house). I grabbed a glass of iced tea with some sugar and a splash of milk. Set that down next to my computer. Walked away (there's my first mistake) to go pull my hair back and put on respectable working from home clothing (a Hamlet t-shirt and running tights).
That is when I hear it "clink clink clink." Crap. I rush out to the living room, "Sierra, LEAVE IT!" She looks at me, like "what, mom?" She was half on the coffee table, half on the couch DRINKING MY ICED TEA. She drank half of the glass, no joke. She just walked casually away like nothing had happened. I got a new glass, and she eyeballed it the rest of the morning. Dammit. You never EVER introduce your puppy to caffeine and sugar.
So. Long story long, I feel really bad for the groomer.
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