I am ashamed of myself...really. I'd like to say that I had writer's block, or that I was bored with blogging or even that I hurt my paw and couldn't type, but I'm a vizsla - we are truthful and earnest, but I am not well organized (you've seen that I'm easily distracted) and I'm just a little overwhelmed by everything that's gone on recently. There was the Show and Go, The 5K, some emotional upheaval in the pack (I can't write about it now; I'm totally depressed and grieving about it) and now there's a beef and beer on Friday...busy, busy, busy. It's all for a good cause, I LOVE my mom, but this is how I feel...
I'm under here, really.
See?
What's that? What's that? The Great Pumpkin?
Mmmmm....Yogurt! I guess I"m not too tired for that.
But, as you can see, even for yogurt, I can't lift my head too far. Phew! Tired, worn out, exhausted. Canines don't cry from exhaustion, so that's not happening, but I am looking forward to a nice long sleep this weekend. Research shows that dogs sleep 80% of the day; maybe I'll sleep 81% of the day. After all, there are still squirrels to eradicate....
