It occurs to me when I am awakened by Daisy's diligent licking of every square inch of exposed skin surface, that I fervently hope that there are medicinal powers in poop, which seems to be her favorite snack these days.
It's time for the morning walk, but my body hurts from the tip of my head to the tingle in my toes, and I REALLY DO NOT want to go for a walk. I'm going to ignore the girls with the promise that I'll take them out in the early evening, but that's going to be a hard sell -- and require gallons of patiently applied dog saliva.
Most days, I feel like a walk, but today, I just don't.
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