Today did not start out very well. First, I had a few "issues" in my sleep. This isn't unusual but I still get embarrassed.
Momma took me out for my morning potty break at o'dark thirty and I hobbled around getting the night's stiffness out of my joints. After business was taken care of momma was ready to go inside. She said it was raining but I didn't care. I wanted to stay out and sniff all the fresh smells of the day. I tried to "run" away from her along the curb. Unfortunately, I'm no Mary Lou Retton so I felt off the curb into a big cold puddle. Luckily, she had a towel waiting at the door and dried me off.
Daddy says I get my exercise by following momma around. I think that may be true because all I do all day is sleep when she is gone. Today, she went from downstairs in the tv room to kitchen and back and forth. I was getting dizzy trying to keep up. I hung out at the top of the three steps and when she headed back into the kitchen I backed my butt right off the stairs and rolled like a tootsie roll. Of course, momma saw it happened and came right over and scooped me up. I'm fine, just a little bruised ego. I guess I'll sleep the rest of the day.
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