Received my completed tax forms from CPA yesterday. Mailed them out this morning. Very, very happy to have that checked off the list.
The backyard is a mess. If I'm lucky, King walks through the remaining patches of snow on the way back inside, and floor mess is minimized. If I'm unlucky, he runs to the messiest part of the yard to bark at something--neighbors, the neighbors' cats, noises coming from the woods, air molecules--and comes inside with a mud-spattered belly as well as schmutzy paws. Yes, I've tried cleaning him up before letting him in. A rubdown with a wet rag just seems to make things worse, and he will not let me submerge his feet. Yes, that's right. Mister I'm-A-Labrador-Just-Show-Me-The-Water doesn't like having his individual footies submerged. I do the best I can with old towels.
Gaby doesn't seem to get as dirty. Probably because she doesn't raise mud tsunamis when she gallops across the yard.
It's almost Friday. That's about the best that can be said at the moment. Not that it's been a bad week. I just want a month of weekends and, well, good the fuck luck where that's concerned.
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